The kids were sitting at the table tonight after dinner mowing down on cookies. The very cookies I spent most of my day dreaming about and secretly demolished two right before dinner. With this treat, Bella pulled out her homework.
Bubaloo: Whatcha workin' on?
Bella: A poster.
Bubaloo leans across the table to get a real good look at what she's working on.
Bubaloo: Is that a REAL poster for the army?
Bella: No, it's a fake poster. It's for a war a long time ago. The war of 1812.
Bella proceeded to read the copy she drafted inviting men to sign up as soldiers, "Join the Army and Come to Tom's Tavern."
Bella: I put that there because I thought 'army' rhymed with 'tavern.'
Bubaloo: Army. Tavern. Um, those don't rhyme. ...But good effort!
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Not only that but an effective drafting poster. Get drafted then and we'll buy some draft. Communication people everywhere are getting out their electronic note taking devices.
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