Caitlin read me a poem this morning that she wrote for fun.
Hiding, by Caitlin Hairr
I'm hiding, I'm hiding and no one knows where
For all they can see is my toes and my hair.
And I just heard my father say to my mother,
"But darling he must be somewhere or another."
"Have you looked in the basement?" And mother said, "Where?"
"In the basement," said father. But I was not there.
Then, "Wait!" cried mother. "I think that I see
Him under the carpet." But it was not me.
"Inside the mirror is a pretty good place,"
Said father. But he looked and saw only his face.
"We've hunted," sighed mother, "As hard as we could.
And I'm so afraid we've lost him for good."
Then I laughed out loud and I wiggled my toes.
And father said, "Look dear, I wonder if those toes could be Benny's? There's ten of them see."
And they were so happy to find out it was me.
She said she's going to work on it some more and fix some of the timing problems towards the end. I may be biased as her mom, but it's really good, right?