I’m making the minions-I mean the kids-write Springtime haikus today. I hated being told to write a certain way when I was in school, so of course I have to inflict the same torture on them. Baby girl decides to write about catching butterflies and sticking them in a jar.
I peek over her shoulder and see “I like to” written on the first line.
“I like to what?” I ask.
“Catch butterflies,” she says.
“Is that going to fit?” I ask. “Count it out.”
She holds up a finger for each syllable: “I-like-to-catch-butt… oh.”
“Yeah,” I say. “This isn’t the time of year for that, I don’t think.”
Baby girl considers that for a minute. “Mom,” she asks, “Is there ever a good time of year to catch butt and keep it in a jar?”
The kid has a point.
April Fox 
Cute! Just a point–usually one would leave out the pronouns and other extraneous stuff in Haiku. Catching butterflies is a perfect first line for that one. I like writing Haiku.
I wish someone would catch MY butt in a jar. And keep it there.
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She did in the last line: “Put them in a jar”-but since I rather despise being told how you’re supposed to write anything, I wasn’t too picky about it. 🙂
Now I’m picturing some creepy guy walking around with your butt in a jar in his backpack, and that disturbs me.
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Ass locked in a jar
Oh, the humanity of
putting away buts!
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