Write a four line poem about: the goldfish.
I am miserably behind on comments, once again. My apologies. I will try to start catching up tomorrow.
Trip to Penticton today went pretty smoothly. My cold seems to be slowly but surely dissipating, so that's a relief.
Max has been invited to a birthday party at the bowling alley tomorrow afternoon, which is pretty exciting. One of the boys from StrongStart is turning three so it should be a good time. We picked up a book for him that I'm fairly confident he'll like.
Yes, that expectation is based almost solely on the fact that I liked it. That changes nothing.
Anyway, I'm looking forward to being a participant of a party at the alley, rather than dealing with hosting it. Max has no idea what's going on, but I imagine he'll have a blast. Right up until nap time hits and then anything can happen.
One fish, two fish, three fish, four -
I keep wanting more, more, more!
Please, throw them all in my cup -
These goldfish don't fill me up!