|Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
|This has the lilting play of just that age of child. Catchy read:)|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|So funny, my daughter does that with the honey!
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|Perfect capture and poem so sweet Laura.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Asa Seeley
|perfect. thanks for sharing.
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Absolutely adorable, looks to me like it's mustard juice for that lunchtime child...
Much peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Just adorable *Laura* with
a poem so full of life!!!
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|...little burger with my mustard please? Precious Laura...Have missed the den...back again :)
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Cute. Grandmas always spoil the little ones.
|Reviewed by Mark Lichterman
|Brings back memories of my four waiting for breakfast. Good poem, Laura.
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Hahahaha! This is soooo cute! Adorable pic!
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|You best hurry, grandma - a kid's gotta eat when he's gotta eat!|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Hah! I thought that looked like a bottle of mustard. This is right out of Tom Sawyer, pretty soon he'll be pulling Becky Thatcher's pigtails. Nice write, Laura.|