{"id":117,"date":"2007-01-08T06:08:15","date_gmt":"2007-01-08T14:08:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/2007\/01\/the-day-you-danced-in-the-cheerios\/"},"modified":"2007-01-08T06:14:09","modified_gmt":"2007-01-08T14:14:09","slug":"the-day-you-danced-in-the-cheerios","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/2007\/01\/the-day-you-danced-in-the-cheerios\/","title":{"rendered":"The Day You Danced in the Cheerios"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I had always been saying,<br \/>\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I have one son and a baby.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<br \/>\nYou were still so little<br \/>\nEven though you could stand<br \/>\nAnd yell and play.<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->But today you changed:<br \/>\nToday you both ganged up on me.<br \/>\nYour brother poured out the Cheerios<br \/>\nIn a mountain<br \/>\nOn the green shag<br \/>\nWhile you danced<br \/>\nCrunch, crunch, crunch!<br \/>\nYou danced on the Cheerios<br \/>\nAnd screamed in delight<br \/>\nAt the discovery of what<br \/>\nYou could do together<\/p>\n<p>As brothers,<br \/>\nAs boys<br \/>\nIn kahoots.<\/p>\n<p>And I stood there shocked.<br \/>\nSuddenly I had two sons;<br \/>\nLike Pinocchio,<br \/>\nYou had turned into a real boy<br \/>\nBefore my eyes<br \/>\nBefore I was ready.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had always been saying, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I have one son and a baby.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d You were still so little Even though you could stand And yell and play.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-117","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=117"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=117"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=117"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=117"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}