I sat down Sunday morning to work on my alphabet book for parents. I do some rhyming and then some drawing, depending on which side of the brain decides to show up for my creative sessions.Sunday it was the letter "I", and there are surprisingly few useful nouns that start with I. There was infant and imp and ice cream, but enough things to make a rhyme?Parenting duties mercifully interrupted creative time, and I hoped for inspiration later in the day.T2 needed new shoes so we did that. T1 wanted sloppy Joe's for dinner so we went to the store got that, and running errands took my mind off of the world and it's woes for a while. We came home and I sat down again, scouring my dictionary and thesaurus for something funny in the letter I. I finally came up with the first two lines just as T1 announced that he was starving. I scrapped the whole thing again and got dinner going.Later that night, the new stanza was born, inspired by my day. That busy Sunday reminded me of my Infatuation with my two Imps and how they inspire me each day. It was also a day when I remembered why it was so hard to write the letter I. There is no I in parent - there's only T1 & T2, and that's okay with me.