In daddy's chair
I could get hurt
But I just don't care
First stand up tall
Then bend at the knees
Throw myself backwards
Mom, look at me!
I found a new game
What a fun way to play
I don't want my toys
I'll just rock all day
I know that I scare you
'Cause I'm only one
But you know what, mom?
That's part of the fun!
1 comment:
I love your poem! Don't you just love how they like to scare you too death! Monday, Jeryn managed to fall into a portable swing and had a gooseegg between his eyes. By the end of the day he had two more bumps on his head...walked right into the table and then ran and dove onto the mattress and hit is head on the bed rail! BOYS!...
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