Tuesday, August 30, 2011
And I Will Still Read To Myself
When I Grow Up
I will get married and have 11 kids and my husband will look cute and he will stay home when I go to work. He will go to work when I have the day off.
I will get a babysitter on Sunday when both of us are at work. And I will still read to myself again and I will be happy again.
11 kids? Her husband better be cute.
This week may turn into a string of posts penned
by my second graders, circa 1995...
And because these little kids hammered out
tiny gems in less time than it takes to tie your shoes,
which for some of them, was still troublesome in 1995.
Posted by Betsy Jackson