We are twenty-six. Twenty-six weeks old. How did you wake up before me? I heard Dad talking to Mom this morning. Why didn’t I? You snooze, you lose. What you mean is you napped so much yesterday that you woke up early today. I just go with the flow, don’t you know. Why are you rhyming? Maybe I’m a poet and you don’t know it. Dad read Dr. Suess again, didn’t he? Pop’s the top! I knew it! Well, if you want to rhyme, find a word to rhyme with rutabaga. That’s a made-up word! That’s not so, silly bro.
-a.m.opdahl
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