Babysitting the grandchildren.

[billy]

It’s one of those days rain lashing shingle days;
not so much noisy as tsunami meets atomic bomb
Animals don’t add to the cacophony they accompany it with gusto
As dog’s tries to bounce cat off his head; cat prefers to anchor itself,
It's like a Davy Crockett hat with claws

The kids are quiet: Mauve hand prints don’t go well
with magnolia roses; the girl said they look spectacular
even on the table cloth.
The boy prefers face painting
and stencilling without stencils.
Can’t tell if that one’s paint, snot, or blood,
My mistake, it blood; he’s trying to sharpen the pencil
up his nose, while face stencilling without a stencil.