Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Hitting in perspective

No, Mommy, no!
No, Mommy, no!
You want to put on my PJ's
But I don't want to go

I'm playing here
Can't you see?
My trucks and me
are too busy to brush teeth

No, Mommy, no!
I know best, not you
You tell me I'm a smart boy
But you always tell me what to do

I'm having fun here
Don't you understand?
Don't pull my arm
I hit you with my hand

No, Mommy, no!
Now you yell at me
No hit, you say
It is so funny

Hit, hit, hit
You put on a sad face
No hit, you say
And walk out of the place

No, Mommy, no!
Don't you go away
Come play with me
I want you to stay

You come to get me
Quiet in your way
Lay me on the floor
Put on my PJ's

No, Mommy, no!
Don't wanna go to bed
Just want you to hold me
Put your hand on my head

I smush my face in your hand
You kiss me and pull me tight
You tell me you love me
And sing me night-night


Anonymous said...

I'm exhausted just from reading your funny and sweet take on the push and pull ... I don't know how you do it!

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