Write two haiku about: melting.
Max had very little interest in going to daycare this morning. I got him there eventually, and only had to stay a few extra minutes before he let me leave.
Max had even less interest in coming home from daycare this afternoon. Kat had to drag him out of there while he was crying. Because he was having so much fun and he wasn't ready to leave. He wants her to pick him up later next time.
I guarantee you by Thursday morning we'll be back to the not wanting to go stage of the daycare loop.
Ice cream vanishing,
flowing like cold, sugary
lava down my arm
* * *
Steady drip, drip of
icicles melting to death;
spring will be here soon