Thursday, January 21, 2010


I am lamenting on your grown-upness today, lil' dude.

The time has already come when you prefer to do your ... duties by yourself in the bathroom.

That's right, at age two, your tiny defiance has reigned supreme.
Mama, leave, you whisper.
So I do.

And yet;
I still comb your hair.
Put your toothbrush out.
Pick out your clothes.
Your jammies.
Kiss your owwies.
Read you stories.
Play the part of make-believe you want me to.
Pour your milk.
Wash your face.
Tuck you in.
Remind you of your manners.
Love you to the moon.

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