Sunday, April 10, 2011


Francis liked to bake pupcakes.

George always ate frackers.

Sam requires a bottle of milt.

I smile when I hear him say it, and I find myself responding in kind: "Sam, we ran out of milt yesterday." Francis and George don't say pupcakes and frackers anymore. One more sign of my mortality. Damn the speech therapists, I don't care if Sam says milt forever.

1 comment:

katherine petillo said...

Lola always liked to visit the aminals at the zoo. I miss that too!