Tuesday, December 25, 2007

My hostile breakfast with Daisy

I'm gonna put mud in that coffee.
Why are you going to do that?
Cause I'm gonna put dirt on your breakfast bar, Daddy.
That's not very nice.
Why are you writing, Daddy?
Because I want to remember what you say.
I'm gonna put dirt on that towel, Daddy.
I don't like that.
Where's my candy?
I don't know. I don't want to give you any candy if you're doing all these mean things to my breakfast.
Yucky. I'm gonna put dirt in your hair. I'm gonna put mud on your hair. I'm gonna put mud on your face. I'm gonna put mud on your glasses. I'm gonna put mud on your shoes.
Where are you going to get all this mud?
Cause it's yucky from the mud. Cuase I'm gonna put it on your hair too.
Are you mad at me?
I'm gonna put it in your mouth
Well I'm gonna put kisses on your face.
I'm gonna put milk on your face.
I'm gonna put kisses on your belly.
I'm gonna put dirt on your belly.
I'm gonna put kisses on your neck. Because I'm not mad at you.
I'm gonna put dirt on your shirt.
That rhymes.
No it doesn't mime. It's yucky.