My frenzied doodles,
turn alluringly curvaceous,
my little boy watching this,
with a sudden twinkle in his eyes
yell repeatedly,"Milk".
He demands, "whose?"
what should the answer be,
*I put on my thinking cap quick
and step in to his baby shoes.*
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 10:43 AM UTC
My frenzied doodles,
turn alluringly curvaceous,
my little boy watching this,
with a sudden twinkle in his eyes
yell repeatedly,"Milk".
He demands, "whose?"
what should the answer be,
*I put on my thinking cap quick
and step in to his baby shoes.*
"Milk" is the baby's euphemism for 'breast'. Babies gain clear understanding of shapes which become familiar through daily experiences.Shapes are the first alphabets of the world they learn through sensory inputs.
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