“Snips and snails and puppy dogs’ tails, that’s what boys are made of”
From the time Lucas turned two, he already bumped his head on a slide leaving a lump on his forehead, scraped his arm leaving a huge scar, bumped his nose, scratched his foot and bump himself every now and then to every possible surface. Sigh. He is a boy.
He runs faster, shouts louder and gives me that I.Don’t.Want.To. look instead of a “please, Mami”. He rough houses with me giving me just as many bruises as he does. He’s more curious, feeling everything in his hands. When I get home early, he smells like that of a little boy. Well, he already is.
I’m loving it.
I bought this book for Lucas when he was just two months old. Looks like the book is for me than him. 🙂
It’s a wonderful collection of poems about little boys from famous authors. Nothing can be truer than their words. Thanks once again, Booksale.
Here are my favorites: