Write a four line poem about: the delivery man.
Kat had a table at a family fair in Oliver this morning, hoping to sell all the clothes Miles has outgrown, along with a baby swing, play mat, and diapers he grew out of before we used up all the packages. Mostly just to make some room in our place, but also some extra money would be nice.
It didn't go especially well.
Eventually she sold a few things, but the people who came to shop were generally not looking for baby clothes. So that made things a little difficult.
We did some shopping for ourselves while we were there, picking up some winter booties and a teething toy for Miles, along with a toy go kart and a big (3 feet x 2 feet) construction jigsaw puzzle for Max. So there was that at least.
Now Kat gets to try to sell the leftovers through Facebook. I shall keep my fingers crossed for that.
He drives his truck
From place to place,
While dreaming of
A far off face