As I asked everyone to be still so I could sneak in a sip of coffee this morning, John's muse overcame him and he spouted the following
If you sit still
You will not spill.
I, still having a hard time totally letting go of the homeschool mentality, grabbed the "teaching moment" to talk about haiku poetry.
Kids on lap sit still
Hot coffee, cocoa, or tea
Will not spill on me
John said it didn't sound like good poetry. Apparently my muse was insufficient.