Monday, February 23, 2004
Once upon a time when I was a little kid ...
There was a little book on my mother's shelf. It had a word on the outside that I thought I understood. I thought the book was a record for the six bottles of milk that were delivered to our house every day (I was one of many children).
But I read the word wrongly. And it is spelt wrongly here as well, unless David's dad has cows and a farm.
But I read the word wrongly. And it is spelt wrongly here as well, unless David's dad has cows and a farm.
