Nothing in Particular

Hi - It's me, Steph.  Lincoln is getting a little upset, but in a really sweet way, that I'm hogging his blog (hoggin' his bloggin').  BUT I CAN'T HELP MYSELF.  Tonight he wrote this poem for me, basically threw it at me and ran off (the spelling is his):

Valcanoe X is red
the skies are blue
honey is sweat
and you are to


When I called him over and gave him a huge hug (I was sure he meant "sweet" not "sweaty") he asked, "Do I still have to do my homework?"