My tooth hurts.
This one right here.
I am going to push on it, let me know when it hurts.
That’s not the tooth.
Did you fall?
Sissy threw a rock at me.
No, I didn’t, shouted from the other room emphatically.
I fell down,
A rock flew up in to my mouth.
How did that happen?
I don’t know, I was just standing by the fence.
Now that we have cleared that up,
I wonder why
Always on a Friday?
I have one sandal and it doesn’t fit.
Let’s find the other one.
At the end of August in Ontario
I have no desire to purchase another pair of pink sandals.
How about these? I entice trying make closed toe shoes
No one wants to wear jazzy and exciting.
Always on a Friday when
My verve and enthusiasm is sapped,
Preparing for weekend visits and
All The Things
That are usually happening.
Should I call the dentist
Throw caution in to the wind
Wondering if I will spend half a day in the ER
With four other children in tow.
Maybe I should root through boxes for one
Brave the traffic and shops
Rifling through clearance sandals.
The start of the weekend
An exhausting proposition.