Early this morning, my friend Gemma texted a couple friends of ours. “I am thinking of writing a poem about life with small boys,” she wrote. “It is titled, There Are Trucks in My Toilet.”
I laughed and wrote mine back: “Just Going to Close My Eyes for One Quick Sec, But I’m Still Playing.”
My friend, who was getting ready this morning with her husband and baby, wrote: “Mine would be, Everyone Here Wants to Touch My Boobs. Subtitle: For different reasons, but kind of all the same reason.”
The whole exchange made me laugh out loud.
What would yours be? What would be the title of your life poem right now?
(Photos of Toby and Anton.)