Spring!

The Birds and the Bees . . . and the Bushes

"Look, Sissy! This bush is having leaves!"

-- Anna

Footloose

"It's warm now, so can I go outside with my feet on?"

-- Sarah

She Loves Me Not

Anna ripped petals from a dandelion, chanting . . .

"Yes, I'll tell her. I won't tell her. Yes, I'll tell her. I won't tell her. Yes, I'll tell her. I won't, won't, won't, won't--" She stood contemplating the bare stalk for a moment. "Mommy?"

"What, baby?"

"Nevermind."

Jonah's Ode to Dirt
(sung while wallowing in a dirt patch)

I love the dirt.
I love the dirt.
The dirt is like poo-poo.
But it's not poo-poo.
I can't find any poo-poo.
I love the dirt.