I just unearthed a bunch of old Boy Quotes and this collection of poems that my blond son wrote back when he was a bright-eyed five-year-old. Please enjoy, the poems of Sweet Boy#2!
The Taste of Noodles and the Sun
My noodles don’t have a taste
They taste like water. Water doesn’t have a taste.
But the sun doesn’t have a taste.
The sun has a taste.
What does the sun taste like?
What happened to my milk?
I didn’t do it.
My milk was higher and now it’s lower?
Maybe it was the milk pressure. Maybe my milk pressure was higher and Judah’s milk pressure was lower.
I don’t believe that.