When my Nana is sick, we pick up the phone,
We call up my Mimi and hope she won't groan.
She will cross over the river with Marley in hand,
ready to rock out and pretend we're in a band.
She'll leave me at lunch with Daddy in charge,
I'll then do what I want because I'm the Sarge.
We will wrestle and play and have a great half day,
and mommy will come home without a word to say.
Both boys dead asleep. Awwww!
And we tried some cheese today...he thoroughly enjoyed it.
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