[left that other site]

Your poem reminded me of an incident in my childhood.

Our morning was pierced by a knock-down, hair-pulling, screaming fight between my younger brother and sister. He was yelling, "NO!!! IT'S A ROAD!!!!!! FOR MY CARS! IT'S A ROAD!!!"

She was yelling,"NO!!!! IT'S A STAGE!!!! FOR MY BARBIES!!!! IT'S A STAGE"


Upon investigation we found out that Tommy and Janet were fighting over a sunbeam that made a line on the living room rug. When the fight was over, the Sunbeam was too!

This is one of our family stories now!

[trisham]

That’s great! :)