Children Are Literal
Oatmeal pie on your face? Doesn’t make sense.
Not pie, just oatmeal. I am fixing my complexion.
What is wrong with it?
Nothing. I am maintaining.
Maintaining your skin?
Maintaining everything; I do my rear end too.
You put oatmeal on your petootsie?
I sit in it.
I ponder this for a while,
Not able to wrap my mind around it.
Not realizing she means oatmeal water.
People do not understand children are literal.
When my daddy told me he ordered a car with bucket seats
I was angry with him until it arrived.
Thinking it was going to be horrible to sit in.
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