Baby, I Lie
Dear precious 3yo son:
I hate to break it to you, but your Mommy's a liar.
All kids really don't go to bed while it's still light outside.
Wal-Mart doesn't close at noon.
All the candy isn't gone.
And I don't think the basement is a very cool place to play either.
Vacuuming and dusting really aren't part of hide n' seek.
The football jersey you want to wear every single day isn't always in the laundry.
Caillou hasn't suddenly disappeared from Comcast on Demand.
I do know what happened to your frightfully loud transformer.
Getting a haircut won't always involve getting a lollipop.
Shots do hurt.
And, my sweet precious boy, as much as you think I look like the cheerleader at the back of your OSU book....that's really not me.
2! 4! 6! 8!
Who do we appreciate??!!
3! 5! 7! 9!
Don't ask my mom, she be lyin'!