cute write...it's neat how children have their own lingo, my granddaughter had her own for a couple of years I wasn't sure if anyone other than herself and her mother were going to be able to understand her one of a kind language...she had no "f's" in her vocabulary. Feet became seet, foot became soot, floor was a sore...oh my it got confusing, but cute just like your poem. Very well done!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Oh Kimmy, this is what you were telling me about, the "my" for "I" -- what a delightful poem! She's such a beautiful little girl, too!
Well done, my friend.
Love,
CJ
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on December 3, 2006
Kimmy this is so precious little kids are so neat to listen too and they think and say the darndest things... Thank you for this joyful piece.
Funny, aren't they! Did you ever notice that kids all understand their own lingo? Lol, Holly
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on December 3, 2006
That was nicely done, Kimmy. Aren't they sweet. My grandson still have some time before he can begin to speak and I look forward to it. Up to know it's baby talk and two wors "B" which means Barney and apple his favorite fruit. You did well with this poem. Victor
Gary Grasshopper and friends travel to another field to celebrate the birthday of Gary's best friend, Freddie Firefly. While there they encounter a group of cicadas who have been underground for thirteen years.
Children love to sink their teeth into sweet and delicious fruit. This story and teaching will have them sinking their hearts into the Fruit of the Spirit.
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Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Wots and wots of Wove fwom
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Chrissy
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Got to love it to peeeeeeses!!
Love Tinka:)
Well done, my friend.
Love,
CJ
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