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Friday, May 27, 2011

Applesuace




Applesauce, applesauce,
Baby is eating applesauce.
Everywhere it’s
applesauce.

Applesauce in
Baby’s high chair.
It’s even dripped into his hair
applesauce.

Applesauce slipped
from Baby’s spoon,
splattered and sloshed
around the room.

It dripped on Baby’s bib
Kerr-splat!
Slurped from there
into his lap.

Then it smooshed
into his toes—
Wiggley, squiggly
Applesauce toes.

Finally, it plopped
on the floor.
Now Baby needs a bath
but he wants more…

Applesauce, applesauce.
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2 comments:

  1. Linda A.May 27, 2011 at 4:40 PM

    Joy,

    This was very cute. It brought back lots of memories. Thanks!

    Linda A.

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  2. JoyMay 28, 2011 at 7:54 AM

    Thanks Linda,
    I think I've been bathed in applesauce myself a few times, at least it feels cool and smells sweet.

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