You and I,
We’re of a different kind.
Unaware are the rest
Of just how much we digress.
You and me, we’re more than free, 91 more words
I think as parents we have all been in the situation where our children are producing something — be it a painting, a letter to a grandparent, a special drawing or holiday decoration — and all of a sudden it takes a turn into the land of an unidentified dark cloud or obscure Rothko-esque painting. 251 more words