I'm taking a break from Fairy Tales in honor of my son's birthday yesterday:
The Day Before Three:
On the eve of your birthday
You destroyed your room
You forced open the closet
And broke the vacuum
You upturned your toy box
And dismantled a sled
You shattered a frame
Tracked glass in your bed
You pulled down your curtains:
Rod, shears, blinds and all
You snapped a toy phone
And deflated a ball
You moved the rocking chair
To climb up your shelf
It is no small wonder
You did not hurt yourself
You did all this
When you were still two --
Now that you’re three
What more will you do?
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You can't take your eyes off them for a minute! But the real time for fear is when you notce the house totally silent and realize its been 5 minutes since you saw 'the boy'! This is a wonderful poem and would look as good in a memory book or fun picture book!
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