There once was a cat and a dog,
Who slept on the couch like two logs,
With each other they sleep,
Hardly making a peep,
While they send out Barb to do jogs.
Maternal Grandma Sandy with new addition Madeline known aka Maya's sister. Sandy works in the back room of her store making molds, but takes a break to hold her granddaughter. Daughter in law meanwhile works up front. They broke the mold after Madeline.
Having run out of limericks, the photographers eye is caught by an awaiting interview. Apparently everyone in costume had to sit at the little peoples table. The birthday girls sits at the right questioning her father. I don't think he's got the answer.
Barbara instructs her children and grandchild in the proper etiquette of eating with fingers. Note how Tonya and Ashley eat right handed with full hands, whilst Rachelle listens intently. Being a perfectionist, she does not want to start off on the wrong digit. Barbara clearly shows how to eat with two fingers with other fingers spread, arms off the table, and left handed...
Barbara shows younger women how to fold their arms when holding a baby. Concentration is on Rachelle who is out of practice.
Barbara points out to Tonya and Rachelle that babies have feet...I think that's what they're checking. Meanwhile Dustin is mildly amused off camera.
Tonya, a little perturbed, points Dustin to the corner where he will have to sit for the rest of the party if he is obedient.
Good boy. And the women seem satisfied that justice has prevailed. But wait. Oh noooooo
There once was a grandma named Sandy,
In the back of the store she was handy,
She takes a break from her molds,
Her granddaughter to hold,
Me thinks the darn camera did take by surprise,
It caught them eating,
At this birthday meeting,
Now photographers they clearly despise.
Defiant as ever, Dustin dons his Special "K" Man from the Caymans super hero outfit. He looks to the sky and prepares to fly. More powerful than three loco-women, faster than a speeding tongue lashing, able to leap tables and chairs with a single bound. Look, over by the shelves. Is it a man? Is it a father? Is it a husband? Yes!

2 comments:
I once knew a man who could write.
I checked his blog night after night.
His charm and his wits,
just had me in fits,
To me, he is quite alright!
Hey, you are getting good at the limericks! Love the photos of Barbara holding the baby....such a natural.
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