Let me tell you the story about my eye...
Oh, alright. I'll reenact it.
I was laying on the carpet with my wooden puzzle,
I was laying on the carpet with my wooden puzzle,
and for some reason, my head fell,
And then I looked like this:
Mom could not figure out how in the world I cut my eye what with only the carpet surrounding me. She thinks it must have had something to do with the puzzle piece in my hand but it's a fun little secret I'm going to keep to myself.
The End
Mom could not figure out how in the world I cut my eye what with only the carpet surrounding me. She thinks it must have had something to do with the puzzle piece in my hand but it's a fun little secret I'm going to keep to myself.
The End
3 comments:
Like I told Jim when I gave him the "safety first" lecture...you guys really need to be careful what toys you let him play with. First it's a puzzle, next you'll be so careless as to let him get a board book. Really. I would have thought more of you.
Thanks for sharing Henry. Sounds like a puzzles may not be your thing....maybe a slide or drum set would be a better choice. I'll mention it to your mom and dad.
Henry, you are an *excellent* storyteller - kinda like the guy who wrote Blade Runner or the guys who are writing Lost: always keeps you wondering.
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