Everyone loves Clarence. He has the best stories and he’s very, very sweet. He was welcomed with open wings. He enjoys making waffles for everyone, in the morning and he’s going to be part of the Poetry Slam.
Did this a few minutes ago. Watercolor pencils.
This is what I carry in my purse if I think I might want to paint something. These are my favorite colors, the ones I use all the time. The pencils I use once in awhile are in a holder ready and waiting…
“My mom said that what doesn’t kill you doesn’t make you stronger,” chirped Edward. “She said it just makes you miserable, unhappy, depressed, broken and destroys the joy you once had in life to the point that you often wish whatever it was, did kill you.”
“What does that mean?”
“I think it means that it’s better not to have anything try and kill you.”
“Oh, that makes sense,” chirped Muffin. “Why didn’t she just say that in the beginning?”
Edward shrugged. “You know how moms’ are.”
“Want some cotton candy?”
“Sure.” chirped Edward. “So don’t let anything try and kill you.”
“Promise,” peeped Muffin. “You either.”