Wednesday, April 21, 2010

i squint through the water in the fish bowl and look at the marbles.

2 comments:

Sara said...

My parents tried to calm me down, when I used to cry begging them for a little brother or sister, by giving me some pretty fishes...they had to buy me a dog.

anne artist said...

and my fish was made out of glass!

sounds like you were able to make a suggestion for an alternative approach. a wise child....