"Mom, your belly is funny."
"What do you mean it's funny?"
"It's funny. It's big." He pokes his finger in my belly button.
"What do you think is in there?" I ask.
"Dust. Guts. Dust and guts and crows."
"Crows?"
"Yeah. Crows."
Which led me to think of my stomach looking like the pie of the "four and twenty blackbirds" fame.
"Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened the birds began to sing,
Oh wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?"
Well, if D'Artagnan is the king that isn't so bad a dish to set before him, is it?
2 comments:
Your kids are killing me with their comments...crows? It's hilarious!
Dust and crows, what an active little mind. I love these precious stories...
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