Char is in a phase. It's been a long phase. It started when she was born.In her honor, I drafted up a few little poems.
ONE
My little Charlotte,
with a twinkle in your eyes,
and horns on your head.
TWO
Are you three years old?
Where did you learn all those words?
No four letters, please!
THREE
You are the second,
Birth order rules apply, here.
Wild child, yes!
FOUR
Keep me on my toes,
Wish I had extra eye balls.
Always in trouble.
FIVE
Look away one sec,
And you appear with a knife
and your sweet smile.
SIX
Pull on the dog's tail.
"He likes it, Mom," you tell me.
A dog's best friend. Not.
SEVEN
The little sister,
Are you a friend or a foe?
Little protector.
EIGHT
Up at 5 a.m.
You ask, What should we do now?
Go the F*7^k to sleep!
NINE,p>
Char, you make me laugh.
Charlotte, you make me cry, too.
Full of pride, and tears.
TEN
Kids don't challenge you.
Kids are so easy to raise,
Said no one, ever.
LAST
Who's in charge of who?
Isn't it so obvious?
So..clearly...she is.
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