I am persuaded that we should have called Baby Boy, “Baby Bird.” He constantly has his little mouth completely wide open, just like a little robin. I am further convinced that he is “hungry for kisses,” and therefore, just kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss that little man-child of mine! He just eats that up.
In any event, having absolutely no talent for writing poetry, I like to do it. Here is my latest:
Look at me, Daddy, look and see!
My mouth is wide open — as wide as can be!
I’m walking around with my mouth open wide —
I’m not really sure what’s going inside!
*curtseying* Thank you very much.