Baby Thoughts

I am a baby

And nothing is fair.

I want big boy food

And to rip out your hair,

To pee when I like,

And cry when I’m wet,

But I hate being changed,

So I will cry more yet.

I hate being scared

Unless I’m in the right mood.

I may giggle or scream

When you say peek-a-boo.

I would choose wisely 

Which face you should make,

And I love to throw up

When you give me a shake.

I want to be held

And I want put down.

Why aren’t you holding me?

I want put down!

Why won’t you listen?

Can you not understand?

I speak my mind and

Your phone’s in your hand,

Recording my cries

To send to a friend.

Well, I’ll throw a tantrum!

You’ll be sorry then!

So you give me a toy,

A white flag for this battle,

As if a simple bribe will…

Wait, is that a rattle?