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Friday, April 27, 2007
I have enjoyed all the blog-posted poetry this month. When the children were younger I enjoyed making up little ditties to sing in the car or as we worked and played. One of them has stuck with us and Hattie will still say it at times.
My little hands get wrinkled, Whenever I take a bath. My little feet get wrinkled too; It makes me want to laugh.
My name is (say child's full name), And I am asking you- Do your hands and feet Ever get wrinkled too?