I'm a spitfire with a cherub's face.
I will not stand still in one place.
You say "left," I will turn right.
I will not go without a fight.
I'm in a hurry to be big,
But nursery and haircuts? Not my gig.
Force me into something new,
I'll kick and scream the whole time through.
I'll throw a tantrum here and there.
I'll throw a tantrum here and there.
You cannot take me anywhere.
You cannot calm me with a treat.
It's YOUR idea; I refuse to eat.
I will teach you, you will see,
The only good plans come from ME.
When I want something I want it now.
Don't ask me who, what, why or how.
Don't ask me who, what, why or how.
Trust me, you will rue the day
You did not let me have my way.
(Good thing I'm cute. That quality alone prevails
In keeping me away from gypsy sales.)
(Good thing I'm cute. That quality alone prevails
My grunting and throwing and all sorts of damage
Seem larger-than-life for someone so Sam-age.
I think that I will have a say
In all your hair becoming gray.
Yet at night when in my room you peek
And see me recharging in my sleep,
Despite the day's MANY rigors,
You will sigh, you will smile -- it figures --
And be so glad that I am yours.
6 comments:
That is delighful and funny and clever and just captures a little boy! Sam...what a character! So glad he's here.
That is so funny! I laughed and thought, "She is talking about my little guy!" Thanks for sharing!
That's so darling! I often think how wise Heavenly Father was to make our little one's so stinking cute that you can't resist them. Otherwise, who knows? We might have sold them to the gypsies for sure!
i love that first picture & now i am officially scared for when Abram turns of toddler age....thanks.
Man, I wish I were as clever and witty as you!
So cute...it catches everything about Sam! Loved it!
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