Mamas Disruptive Baking
Mama becomes a baker disrupting our day
Now we have to get dressed ourselves without pay
It is good experience she says with a teensy bit of wit.
I am not excited about it, I liked being babied a bit.
She is jiving and grooving, dancing around the kitchen.
Throwing in new ingredients – seaweed, lime and a lichen.
I like that she is happy, but this puts me into a bit of a funk.
I do not like having to get dressed and clean and that other junk.
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