Playing House

Here is a poem that is in one of my favorite cookbooks, Favorite Recipes of the Amish of Wisconsin.

Playing House

A boy of three, a girl of four,

Were playing house one day,

They played that they were man & wife,

And they were going away,

They knocked upon the neighbor's door,

The little girl bowed low

This is my husband, I'm his wife

We're visiting, you know.

Come in, Come in, the lady said,

And take yourself a seat

I'll bring you both some lemonade

And something good to eat.

She gave them each a big tall glass

A cookie on a plate,

She offered them a second cup

of frosty lemonade.

"Oh, no, thank you," the wee lass said,

As she took the small boy's hand

"We really have to go now,

My husband wet his pants."

~ Author unknown

I have no idea what made me remember this poem today, but it always makes me chuckle to myself. Have a great weekend!