Why, oh why do you protest at dinner so much?
Is it your ailing teeth,
Or do you just like to fuss?
Be like your big sister and clean up your plate,
The sun's going down, and it's getting late!
Scoop up that pasta,
Pick up that spoon,
If you don't then I'll turn you into a goon!
So I'm not the best poet, but you get the drift. Izzy's back to struggling with dinnertime, and I'm sure her teeth that are STILL coming in are to blame. It certainly hasn't made dinnertime, fun time, that's for sure!
7 years ago
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