conversations with a preschooler. (Day 7)

Here, eat this. It’s good for you. 

I don’t like chicken

You do like chicken you just forgot. 

I’m a veterinarian. 

No you’re not a vegetarian. Just take one bite. 

No! It looks funny. 

It looks the same as last night and last month. 

It’s old. 

Sigh… Please take one small bite. 

No! No! No! I don’t like chicken. I like Popsicles and cookies. 

I’ll give you a Popsicle if you eat some chicken. 

I want the Popsicle first. 

You may have it after dinner. 

Before dinner. 

After. 

(Pause)

I’ll take one bite. 

Fine!

(Takes a bite)

Oooohhhh I like this chicken. It’s yummy. 

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Hear ye hear ye 

it’s national poetry writing month. The goal is to write a poem a day. I’m not sure I can commit to that but I will write more than usual. 

I suddenly become aware of the silence

Ssshhhhh 

Listen

Now my mind is racing

My heart is pumping

What’s going on?

It’s too quiet

I walk cautiously through the house

Every step takes me closer to the unknown

As I peer around the corner, I see them

One is sitting on the counter

The other is sitting on the floor

They were finally successful

After many foiled attempts

They got into the cookie jar

— I will call this one, Toddlers—

National Poetry Writing Month