Write a four line poem about: the sample.
Took a family trip up to Kelowna this morning to visit their indoor winter farmers market and do a little bit of shopping. We managed to find Max a new pair of sunglasses to replace the ones that became too small late last year, as well as a sunhat for the coming summer.
Food-wise at the market, we got a lot of local meat (chicken and pork), eggs, a bag of parsnips, and a bunch of pears (Max's current favorite fruit).
We almost made it back home without any issues, but then Max decided he'd had enough time in the car about five minutes before we reached Kaleden. He was definitely tired as well, as he fell asleep shortly after we got him in the house.
We also went for lunch while we were in Kelowna and I made the mistake of eating all of my meal, rather than getting the second half of it bagged up to bring home. I don't know why I do that sometimes. Felt so gross and overstuffed afterward.
I'd like to think I've learned my lesson but... probably not.
They said that they needed
A sample of my DNA;
I gave them my three kids
And told them to go away