growing baby

These past couple weeks, we’ve been writing a nursery rhyme or short poem on the blackboard outside our front door (we change em up every few days or so).  Mateo is really into this and likes choosing the poems.  His favorite poetry book right now is an old tattered (and now much loved) book my dad found secondhand–Rainbow in the Sky.

Anyway, this morning, Mateo came up with his own poem while playing with numbers on his bed.  After telling me the poem, he asked me to go write it on the blackboard to share his creation with the neighborhood.  I did that, plus posted it on facebook, and now here too.  Without further ado, Mateo’s poem:

There, there,

With tiny little hair,

The One is scared with little Eight.