Write two haiku about: the mouse.
Kat's come down with a cold of the energy sapping variety, which meant she wasn't up for taking Max to swimming lessons this afternoon.
Which meant he wasn't interested in going to swimming lessons.
Sigh. Maybe next week.
I feel like I'm fighting something off as well, but I plan on not allowing it to get the better of me through sheer stubbornness. Can't see any potential issues with that.
He tiptoes around
the library, looking for
safety in a book
* * *
Strolling through his parks
on two legs - how is this not
a nightmare for kids?