Found this poem lying around on a post-it, which Juno, age 4, had dictated to Kai, age 7. I feel it sums up a certain kind of quarantine day. From Becca Tucker, mom of Juno and Kai, Chester, N.Y.
Translation:
Once upon a time there was rice that was bad ...
Once upon a time a marker was not working ...
The sink was not working ...
The socks were small ...
Once upon a time the soap was soaked ...