In fifth grade, my class was assigned to write a speech about what we thought was the greatest invention. I chose the ...

In fifth grade, my class was assigned to write a speech about what we thought was the greatest invention. I chose the telephone.

Every morning my father wakes up and reaches for his notepad. He is composing the day’s poem, which he will post on Facebook, even before the kettle has boiled.

I think it says 'the squiddy one was here'?