Saturday, March 8, 2008

Fries

My son asked to dump out his milk from BK. Thinking that was odd, I looked into the bottle.
"There's a fry in there," I said inquisitively.
"Not A fry, FRIES," Was his reply.
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March 11, 2008 at 4:56 PM
Unknown said...

Can I use this entry for my poetry unit with my fifth graders? I think it is priceless and felt the poetry in Michael's words when I read it.

March 11, 2008 at 4:57 PM

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