My genes fit!

Well, those "jeans" too but just barely since I ate half a bag of those awesome Archway Molasses cookies with the frosting on top. But I digress...
I've found that the Bean and his twin love to write just like me! Of course, I'm impressed because I'm the parent. But I think you would be, too. Below is a poem the Bean , age 9, wrote after a poet visited his class for awhile. He was given a rock, I think his was quartz, and told to write about it. His teacher entered it into a national poetry contest. This kid is finding his niche!

An Icy World

When I look real hard,
a world forms and I see blizzards,
with their never-ending cries

When I look real hard,
A world forms and I see houses of crystal,
with their cold-eyed people

When I look real hard,
a world forms and I see people,
working happily at crystal farms

When I look real hard,
a world forms and I see a sun
spreading crystal heat on the people

When I look real hard,
a world forms and I see crystal waterfalls
with crystal fish who live there

And I am there,
crystal fishing,
having a happy time.

Not airing my dirty laundry

Alrighty, haven't been back to the laundromat since.... I know many of you are not surprised in the least.