Poetry Teatime: Hot apple cider, cake pops, and Shel Silverstein
Hot apple cider, cake pops (a rare treat from Starbucks), and the silliness of Shel Silverstein made for an enjoyable teatime this week with my posse of boys.
“Oh, I found one more I want to read!” my eight-year-old squealed over and over before beginning another poem from Where the Sidewalk Ends.
While something always seems to spill and table manners could always improve, Tuesday Teatime is a special treat for all of us.
Sonya
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