He's tried every trick in the naughty boy book
Thinks I won't notice or take a look
Turns the tooth brush on but doesn't enter his gob
Avoidance of toothpaste uses the smallest incyest blob
I check his mouth for the smell of mint
But I'm afraid his teeth still have a yellow tint
I look in the sink for foamy spit
But there's nothing there he'll have to admit
He's just a smelly eight year old lad
Who sadly takes after his smelly dad
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Once upon a time there was a boy called Stephen, he had yellow-green eyes and blonde spiky hair and he was seven years old.
Mum, mum. It's not fair. Your sooooo mean. Why can't I have another ice cream. I hate your rules. I don't wanna go to bed I wanna stay up and play Mario instead.
With no sleep at all, head on fire, and a feeling of utter helplessness she decided she couldn't go to work. She'd never missed a day of work in her life. So reluctantly she made that phone call.
#household Sara - my dads choice Spanish in style, princess in meaning Fiery like hot sauce Full of resource Spain is its source No H of course Lou- see below Growing up I was middle named...
When I have a kid, we say after a fight as a child, I won't make her eat her vegetables, I'll let her eat sweets all day, and give her all she wants.
#acorn. As I mature in age I notice. A tendency not previously there. More time now spent growling. Like a sore headed bear. Little or no patience. For the troubles of youth.
#household Alex. Get upstairs.
What make us who we are. I often ponder this do you. I remember back when I was small and being pushed to be all that I could be.
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