Write a four line poem about a: workaholic.
Prompt and take inspired by Max. On more than one occasion recently he's refused to play with Natalie in favor of working with either myself or Kat's parents around the farm. I feel for my niece, but it's also pretty hilarious.
It was a cloudy, windy day here today so we were only outdoors in passing a couple of times. Spent part of the morning in town with my family, doing some shopping and hitting up our coffee shop. This afternoon I was with Max at Kat's parents house before leaving him at his cousin's house while I went home to get started on dinner.
Tomorrow's weather isn't looking that great either, but I'm sure we'll find a way to pass the time. We usually do.
Just play, play, play all day?
No sir, that's not the life for me!
There's too much work to do -
After all, I'm already three!