Benaiah, our 4-year-old, has episodes of slam poetry. It's very cute and entertaining and he's very serous about it. He doesn't know he's a poet yet, but Max called it slam poetry this morning, which I thought was fitting...
Benaiah: "The more it dries up
The more the waterfalls don't go.
The more we eat
The more we grow.
When we're in Heaven,
This place gets burned up.
How it is, it is, it is."
