because family is funny
Profound indeed, Bob Rosenberg. Profound indeed.
Some are just born poets.
My son Ben just saw Bob's picture and first said "Aww, is that me? he's cute!" I told him it was Bob, not Ben but Ben still thinks Bob is cute.
When I first read it, I though it said watermelon ice poop. Poop, pop, either way it's pure poetry.
Lisa, if he asks you for a black turtleneck, I saw them on sale at Baby Gap yesterday.
I'm not sure what Bob is doing in this picture, but somehow it makes me love him more.cuz serena
My heart is going to bust right open with this kid and his perspective. Now I've met him and I know that it's all his energy and his twinkly eyes and his inability to stop himself from smiling even when he's being shy. So no, I'm not surprised to learn that Bob is also a poet.
Wait. Those are pretend seeds?!I have some thinking to do.
Today I will try to feel good like the sky.Thanks Bob!
the beret and bongos are in the mail...
What amazing poetry!
Oh my GOD... where do you find the watermelon pops with fake seeds made of CHOCOLATE? That is some kind of heavenly frozen voodoo!