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(*please read in your best
3-year-old little boy voice)
I know, never touch fire, that’s hot,
but I can touch ice, 'cause it’s not,
and puppies are soft and kitties are too,
so’s most of the stuff moms and dads give to you.
I know, never tell people they’re fat,
'cause it will hurt them if I do that,
and rocks aren’t for throwing at others
but it’s okay to throw pillows at brothers.
I know, daddy says swears I can’t say,
and I have to wear clothes out to play,
... 'cause one time I went outside naked
and Mrs. Johnson saw me
and she called Mommy
and Mommy came outside
and got mad and she yelled at me
and I had to sit in a chair
for a whole time out and …
I know, cookies smell better than cheese,
and to get one, I have to say please,
and how to go pee in the potty,
but not in my pants, 'cause that’s naughty.
I know, flowers don't need any feet,
and no dessert if I don’t eat my meat,
I've got to blow boogers in tissue,
and don't wipe off where ladies kiss you.
When I wake mommy up, never holler,
pennies are not more than a dollar,
and scissors are never for cutting my hair,
the barber does that (but I hate going there) .
I laugh 'cause it's better than cry,
and you can’t squeeze a worm, it will die,
Daddy will laugh if I’m burping,
and Mommy’s kiss helps what is hurting,
I know SO many things, now I'm three
and this stuff helps me be a good ME.
I know lots more than I did when I’m two
of the stuff I can do and I can’t do.
C.J. Heck
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