Friday, July 8, 2011

Compromise at Play

Perpetual weddings grace our rooms.
My daughter's the bride; my son is the groom.
She smiles and dons a long bridal veil.
He stands, not caring; quite typically male.
With singing and vows said under the stars,
Phew! We're let's go play cars.

****Editor's note: This happens on a regular basis.  You do what you have to do to get a playmate!

1 comment:

  1. Oh, the torture that we big sisters put our little brothers through in the name of "fun".