I am pretty sure my cherubs assume I have never been a child. They are fascinated when I talk about being little. As I poured another round of Honey Buzzers cereal this morning, I told them I used to eat Honeycomb. What?
Then out of nowhere a song burst forth.
Honeycombs big yeah, yeah, yeah
It's not small no, no, no
Honeycombs got a big, big bite
Big, big taste in a big, big bite.
I didn't have time to talk about the Honeycomb Hideout.
2 comments:
What, no American Idol comments? You must be doing better.
I think I can get by with singing little ditties.(Raffi, commercial jingles, etc.)
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