The Argumentative Crow

Opa is out the door first.

He tells Ava, “Listen, the bird is arguing with me.

The crow squawks, “Uh-uh,” as if he's saying no.

Opa says, “Uh-ha,” meaning yes.

Crow, “Uh-uh.”

Opa, “Uh-ha.”

Ava joins the argument, “Yah-ha.”

Crow, “Uh-uh.”

Ava, “Yah-ha.”

Crow, “Uh-uh.”

Ava yells back indignantly, enunciating carefully

(like only a four-year-old can do), “Stop arguing with me!”

Crow, “Uh-uh.”

Ava growls in frustration as she walks toward me.

I help her into the car, and buckle her,

and she unhappily informs, “That bird is arguing with me.”

I reply, “Sounds like it.”

She exclaims, “That's not nice!”

I smile at her and say, “You are such a cutie pie.”

A big grin appears from her ear to ear.

I kiss her head, shut her door, and walk around to mine.

by:  Paula D. Nevison