And like *that* the hat gets passed
Do you remember back around Sunday when I wrote this? The whole parents in black and white hats thing? Oh, how I reveled in stealing the white "good guy" hat from my husband's traveling-man fingers.
Well ... last night Ittybit insisted on drawing a picture of her father in her journal and writing a poem next to it to describe him:
Whenever you come home
It's really a treat."
A few pages later, she repeated the process next to a drawing of my likeness ...
She always has her camera with her
She came to my dance recital!
But she left early.
It was ok, though. I didn't mind."