The Gift

Last week, it was time for our ymca walk. That meant coats. So I started in on my rhyming. Stuff like, "Don't pet a goat, go get your coat." and "No time to float, just get your coat." The kids groan and beg me to stop, but as I told them, "I'm very good at this." Little miss mp shook her head and said, "It's a dark gift."
I loved that comment but I do disagree, my rhyming gift is all goodness and light. Obviously.