Calvin's First Poem

Using his preschool fire fly poem as his inspiration, Calvin wrote this for his Dad.

Winking, blinking, stinking, thinking
Jump on Daddy, FIGHT.
Now he's here,
Now he's there,
Now he's tooting everywhere.
Winking, blinking, stinking, thinking
Daddy stinks at night.

"Stinking" and "thinking" pretty much sums up Scott's nights. Scott mentioned the other night how "nice" it was during his deployment that when he left work, no work came home with him. So then we tried to think of the last time he has had a job like that........... oh never since I have known him. But he did work at Wendy's in high school.

Calvin inherits his rhyming talent from Scott. My favorites I don't share but this one he shared so I can.....An Ode to Oliver's Privates.

Scott thought the boys might like to hear that poem now. But I vetoed that as I would like to keep a few of those words off the growing lists of potty talk that seems to dominate our dinner conversation. Especially when daddy keeps "stinking."