There’s no such thing as the perfect birth when an egg gets cracked in the process.
On the other hand, how to get born without some generous slaps to one’s silky-smooth bottom? Gotta spill some precious yellow soul to learn that life won’t be easy—best to get acclimated to that fact right away.
The cracks over one’s shell become like wrinkles on a face over time. They’re signs of wisdom and emotional endurance. Some fragility is to be expected.
And it affords all the King’s horses and all the King’s men a reason to buy shiny new glue guns!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022
unbolt me 
Being born is exhausting. Suddenly your lungs have to do all the hard work.
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I wonder if that’s why babies cry so loudly when they’re born? They’re protesting the shift of responsibility. 😆
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Could very well be the case.
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Shiny new glue guns…mmmm 😊😊😊
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Hee hee hee. 😆
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🙂
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Hey I like your style 😎
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Thanks heaps! 😄
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Very true and very well said, Tony.
Which reminded me how a face asked the ass,” We belong to the same person and lived to the same old age, so how come I am all wrinkled, but you are as smooth as the day we were born?” Answer the ass, ” It’s because you laugh and cry and take everything to heart, while I show the world my true essence – I am an ass.”
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Hee hee hee. So brilliantly put! 😆
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Glad you enjoyed. It sounds much better in Yiddish, though.
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I see an illusion!
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You could very well be right!
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Can you trust people who say, “Enjoy yourself more, get out of your comfort shell.’
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Definitely not. Those people are waiting to unleash the hounds on you! 😆
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