It was talent night at Mikey's house tonight. My youngest decreed it so. She announced the event loudly at the end of supper. Soon afterward, the dishes rinsed and stacked on the counter, we all gathered in the living room.
The first four acts were a bit much. Four renditions of chop sticks can be grating. But then the real talents began. Back bending gymnastics, magic tricks, knock-knock jokes and tons of laughter. (Not at the knock-knock jokes, my wife wouldn't play along.)
In the middle of the show I presented for the first time this original poem based on an event at a basketball game last night...
"Is that your dad with the beardish thing?"
"Yep," said Tatta. "Yep," said Bree.
"Yep," said Nan, the middle of the three."
That incredible wordish (or was that weirdish) creation was followed by flutes being played through the nose and marshmallows flying through the air. You should've been here.
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