Picture poem

I learned today that Thomas does take after me in some things -- he does NOT like a bowl of oatmeal. So far this is the only thing that he spits out as soon as it's in his mouth. So, although I had much laundry to do after feeding time, I did get a poem out of it. (I drew the frog bowl.)

Frog Bowl

Nothing can make oatmeal taste good
Not even the green bowl with frog eyes
Applesauce in this bowl tastes as it should
You’ll even eat a bowl of brown rice
Still, I’m the Mommy, I have to try it
Although you screw up your face and gag
I don’t want you lacking in your diet
So, spit-up I wipe up with the burp rag