Sunday, November 24, 2013

More Than the Nasty Smell of a Skunk--That's A LOT!

I got a good chuckle out of one of Bethany's writings from early September:


I am glad you take care of our home. 
That's why I am writing this poem. 
You love me more than the amount of boats that have sunk. 
You love me more than the nasty smell of a skunk. 
I am glad you're my mom! You're the best! 
I love you more than any old test!