I took a picture of a picture at the church garage sale. This is the story it told me.
An Apple for my Teacher
It was time to go to school. I was trying hard to hurry. I couldn’t find my shoes and I began to worry.
Mommy didn’t understand how nervous I was feeling. She said to look under my bed instead of on the ceiling.
I ate all of my oatmeal. I knew I shouldn’t waste it. I held my nose and swallowed so I wouldn’t have to taste it.
I didn’t have to brush my teeth like I usually do. The oatmeal was so soft, I didn’t use my teeth to chew.
Mommy helped me comb my hair. I’m not sposed to wear a cap. I don’t know how to button, and I just learned how to snap.
I think I’m almost ready now to get into the car. Mommy said my school isn’t very far.
I hope I like my teacher, and I hope that she likes me. I’m really going to try to be as good as I can be.
I’m bringing her an apple. It’s juicy, big and red. I just hope she doesn’t want a pinneapple instead.
I guess that I’m a big boy now. That’s what people say, when little boys go off to school…
Today is my first day.
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Grandson, Hudson is turning five
Ha. Darling poem. Love the pineapple.
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The painting is a pretty good match in my eye. I bet Hudson is much bigger!!! Nice poem MG!
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Yes he is and he can button and snap. Maybe the boy in the picture is starting preschool 07.🤔
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Sweet. What a cutie!
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Thank you. We think so too!
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A sweet story!
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Thank you.
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