A Sign Of The TimesMy son and I get up really early to catch the school bus. On a recent morning, we were discussing an upcoming assignment. He was to write five poems, one for each of the five senses. Okay.
Geez, what's the 5th one?? Why can't we think of it? Granted, it is 6:35 am.
"Mom, it will only take a second to Goggle it."
No way! This is really bugging me now. Why am I having this mental block? Grrrrrrrrr. Time for the bus. As the little man is walking out the door, he says with a smile...
" I got it. TROLLING!"