Saturday, May 2, 2009
I've got blogger's block so I took my friend Teresa's advice and asked Frankie to write this entry for me. Of course, she had to dictate since she's barely able to write her own name and "I love you" with an upside down U. I asked her to tell me what she liked about our family and instead she told me this:
"Once there was a bear that was lying in the middle of the street. He was no ordinary bear; he was a big BAD bear. In the rest of the town people called him Fuzzy, but in this part of the town, people called him Wuzzy."
I thought it was a rather intriguing opening to a story and thought the fact that Fuzzy was known by a pseudonym in the part of town where he was found lying mysteriously in the street spoke volumes about his badness as a bear, but alas, the plot degenerated into scatological humor and I will spare you the remainder except to say that it involved a lump of poop itself pooping later in the tale.
This is the last time I will take Teresa's advice.