My granddaughter spent last weekend with me and amused herself by writing this poem which I am reproducing intact, spelling and all:
If you are angry and mad, we will talk it throug,
or just do some fun with everyone too.
If your sad and feeling blue, you just need
some love and care, mabey a few yummy declair (eclair)
If your bored and have nothing to do
ask a friend to play with you.
I am off to California for 8 weeks of really hard work that will hopefully be punctuated with friends and fun and maybe eclairs, or at least ice cream.
Because there are only a few things that eclairs, friends, and fun can’t fix.
One of the sights where I’m going: