Little fellow found comfort with his thumb, if you tried to stop him, he would go “unh, unh, unh.”
Then one day we tried the sipping cup, he gave up his thumb, he was growing up.
He learned to walk when we would hold his hands; Daddy made him a board so he could stand.
Wherever he was he’d be by our side; And oh, how he loved to in his wagon ride.
Sipping water as we climbed the sky, ears a popping but he did not cry.
Little fellow always for the ride, no matter what he would rather laugh than cry.
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Nice poetic SSS!
Oh, the things parents tried to transition their children from thumb sucking.
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Thank you!
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This was very sweet, Lisa 🙂
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Thank you!
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You have the heart of a poet and it doesn’t get any better than that. Love this…
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Aww thank you!
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Hey! I had one of those!*
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*wagon, not sippy cup
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Thank you! The one we had was fancy with the side rails. We would make a bed in it for Jeffrey and he loved the ride.
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still have one.
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Aww sweet!!
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Very nice and sentimental, Lisa. Must have brought back some great memories. It did me.
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He was my best friend and even after his passing I always have felt his presence.
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