Thursday, December 25, 2008

Daddy teaches Paul Dreidle

I have a little Dreidle. I made it out of clay. . .
. . .and when it's dry and ready, then Dreidle I shall play!
Dreidle tastes like wood. And triumph over persecution. But mostly wood.

Now Dreidle, when I put you on the floor, spin like you do when Daddy puts you down, ok?