The mountain that she climbed was enormous.
The child that I raised is the littlest boy but eating.
I always encourage him to eat but I gave him that
thistling, sparklebath, and ever since he choked on the shampoo
he's never taken to imbruing his vegetables quite the same.
My boy will be strong yet, and he'll stack wood.
The strong kind of boy you want from a man.
I'd be the father of the year, if I only had a girl.
Then he'd have a sister to play with, but who knows
how that would go. They'd probably get along some
of the time, and other times not so much,
if what I hear is true.
I guess you can only put so much stock in those
things though.
-Ben Rautenberg
