The diaper fell to the floor
assisted by a tiny hand.
A grin spread from ear to ear
“I am free and here I stand.”
Freedom is short lived it seemed
On it goes, “I must have dreamed.”
“I try so hard to be cool.”
“They said something about a stool.”
Sixteen months and training for,
The Riviera... “I'm out the door!”
Sep 4, 2010
Sep 4, 2010 at 11:48 AM UTC
The diaper fell to the floor
assisted by a tiny hand.
A grin spread from ear to ear
“I am free and here I stand.”
Freedom is short lived it seemed
On it goes, “I must have dreamed.”
“I try so hard to be cool.”
“They said something about a stool.”
Sixteen months and training for,
The Riviera... “I'm out the door!”
09-04-2010
Grandpa
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