Carpe Diem #941 Heart The blue-eyed, blond haired boy stole my heart when he was just a kicking fetus. The love continued to grow as we watched him coo, then talk his special talk. Grandaddy, (Nandad) always let him play with the tool box. Screwdrivers were i-dikers. Caboose was bagoose. The Playskool Tyke Bike was and is nooden-nooden. When looking for someone, he would say their name in a sing song, quizzical fashion while shaking his head in a negative fashion. He now uses words he learned during his college and grad school years two decades ago. These words are not nearly as fun as those precious made up toddler words. thunderclap acts as a bossy stormhorn rainbrella time! © Janice 'petra domina' Adcock Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI
First one has to reach the nest...then take the risk of the rest...
ReplyDeleteTrue and that is very much a risk!
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeletesomething in my head went 'yes, that's a good idea'... 8*} YAM xx
Only if the birdies are friendly ; ) janice xx
DeleteNice take!!!
ReplyDeletethanks!
DeleteYou caught a nice part of this story in three lines.
ReplyDeleteI seem to be stuck in a rhyming attitude.
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