Eating out

[pomes]

We're eating out! And off we go
Walking there and crossing roads
Holding hands and matching paces
Singing songs and pulling faces

We're out to lunch! The sandwich shop
Is waiting for us, so off we hop
This leg, that leg, both together
Hopping cold in sunny weather

We've reached the shop! Her shoulders shrug
Her bag falls off, her coat is tugged
And then she's ready for to eat
She climbs the stool with waving feet

It's time to eat! I turn around
And find her three feet off the ground
Coat and bag are on the floor
I'm not needed any more

She's ordered beans! They're nice and hot
She has a spoon, eats lots and lots
And drinks her juice, and wipes her face
A grown-up baby in her place

Comments

[richtermom.livejournal.com]

K and I had brunch together on her birthday. She sat in a GROWN UP CHAIR. She didn't act up or drop much food. She ate three sausages, some bagel, some toast and OATMEAL. She mostly spoke at a normal conversational volume except when she saw that she was no longer the youngest person in the cafe: a BABY arrived, over there, see?