weighty issues

sam > mom, do you believe in god?
mom > absolutely.
sam > i think he’s a boy.
mom > i don’t know, sam...i think he might be bigger than that.
sam > yeah, he’s tall like a giant...but not as fat.

put something in

draw a crazy picture.
write a nutty poem,
sing a mumble-gumble song,
whistle through your comb.
do a loony-goony dance
’cross the kitchen floor,
put something silly in the world
that ain’t been there before.

by shel silverstein
(and olivia’s favorite poem. she has the loony-goony dance perfected.)