Busted

After Logan got into the bathtub, I went across the hall to talk to Ashley.  I shared how much I enjoy taking car rides with the boys, having just returned from one such excursion with two of them.

"Are you really going to write 14 odes?!" she asked.  "'Cause that was exhausting."

Apparently she had read the first one.

"Maybe you can write each one in a different style," she suggested.

"Well, okay," I said, trying not sound defensive.

I knew full well that this would be her reaction.  It is my English composition freak flag that is waving, after all, not hers.

"It was a challenge to write that...it's a special form of poem," I said, still trying to fight a losing battle without sounding too much like a flouncing geek.

"Well, it was a special challenge to read it," she replied.

Okay, that was funny.  How do you feel about limericks?

- 20 March 2012