My name is not Henry, it’s K.Lo, but I still could use your help. There’s a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza.
And… a booger on my finger.
And a juice cup that needs to be filled.
Also, I’d like some strawberries, with the stems chopped off, but no slices.
And some cheese. Sliced. In a bowl.
Not that bowl!
Now there’s a dog hair on my cheese, can you pick it off?
Dirt on my fingers! Need a wipe!
Bring me storybooks?
Read the stories to me?
Now?
Now?
What about now.
And… I need my socks off.
And a different shirt.
Which I’d like to put.on.myself!
Except that I need help.
I dropped my juice!
Can you pick it up?
But it spilled!
Can you go get the towel and wipe it up?
Yes, my legs are actually broken, dear Liza, dear Liza… and now my juice is gone.
Thank you for your assistance. And your listening ear.
Yours Sincerely,
K.Lo
Oh, ha ha ha ha, I love this post.
I know, my time will come, and it won't be nearly as FUNNY to me then. :)