Uh Oh ...


Uh oh, when Mommy’s on her knees
in front of me it’s clear,
she has something that she wants to say
that I won’t want to hear.


Hmmm … did I hit my sister?
Did I tell a lie?
Did I forget to make my bed?
This time, I don’t know why.


At least she doesn’t stand and yell
the way some grownups do,
or get right in my face
to tell me what to do …


Did I spill my milk?
Did I do bad in school?
Did I forget to clean a mess?
Did I break a rule?


Sometimes I know what I did wrong
and I tell her, there and then.
It helps to say I’m sorry
and I won’t do that again,


but this time, I don’t have a clue
to what I might have done.
Hey, I just got a hug and kiss!
This time was just for fun!

Broccoli


Pipsy loves popsy 
and diddly does, too,
but broccoli gags me.
Does it gag you, too?


It’s icky and yucky, 
a green pile I see,
and Mommy keeps saying 
it’s so good for me,


not s’posed to be singing,
no more making up rhyme,
pay attention to eating,
or I’ll be here a long time.


But broccoli smells
when it lays on my plate.
It’s the stinkiest stuff,
the only veggie I hate.


I guess I could scoot it,
some here and some there,
then push it some more …
ewww, it might fall on my chair,


with little green piles of it
smushed on the floor!
If they think I ate it
they might give me more!


But (sigh) feathery freckles
and little brown beavers
I just can NOT eat it
and my dog, he won’t either …


I told Mommy and Daddy
I just hate broccoli.
I’ll eat ANYthing else. 
Guess what? They gave me peas!

Caterpillar


Fuzzy caterpillar
with your million-jillion feet,
how do you know which foot should go
as you’re walking on that leaf?


You make it look so easy,
right, left, right, the way you do.
Sometimes MY feet get tangled up
... and I have only TWO.

Bubbles of Trouble


My Grampa says a burp
is just a belly bubble.


Maybe so, I only know
if it’s LOUD, you get in trouble.

Say "Cheese"



I'm not afraid of thunder storms.
I've figured it out, you see.
I even smile when lightning comes
'cause God's taking a picture of ME.

Daddy's Whistle


Did you ever want to whistle?
Just pucker up and blow?
Does the air go where you want it to?
I can't do it, it won't go!


Daddy whistles all the time,
sometimes pretty songs.
Wish I could too, but when I do,
the air comes out all wrong.


Daddy says it just takes practice.
It's not something you can tell.
Until I learn to whistle,
guess I'll have to sing or yell.


(giggle)

Ten Little Piggies (Preschool)


Ten little piggies 
all in a line.
Mommy told me 
that they’re all mine.


One by one 
each has a name,
and a place to go.
I love this game!


When they get touched
the piggies wiggle.
When Mommy kisses,
it makes me giggle!


When we’re all done
they all go in their sock.
hmmm ... how many piggies
have a mom and dad got?

Playin' Cowboy


I love to be a cowboy
and ride my horse around the room.
He's black and white and he won't bite
(but he's really Mommy's broom).


I shoot my guns at bad guys
when I ride down the trail.
(They're really just my dog and cat
and my closet is the jail).


I ride and rope wild horses, too,
and bring them to my camp
(It's really just a 'lectric cord)
...uh oh, I broke the lamp!


Oops!  Here comes the Sheriff
and it looks like he is mad!
I'd better clean this mess up!
('cause the Sheriff's really Dad).

Breakfast In Bed


Wake up, Mom and Daddy!
We’ve got a BIG surprise.
Me and Sissy made you breakfast.
Please open up your eyes.


Here’s the paper from the porch,
just in case you wanna read.
Please wake up and put your glasses on,
so you guys can see.


There’s cereal with milk on it
and toast with butter, too.
(Sissy scraped the black stuff off).
We made it ALL for you.


We didn’t make the coffee,
but, Mommy, that’s okay
‘cause me and Sissy found some
in the pot from yesterday.


The eggs look kinda funny,
not like the ones you make.
Ours are way too slickery.
They keep sliding off the plate.

 
We tried to find a muffin
but there weren’t any more.
Well, the one that was left over
got smushed on the kitchen floor.


There used to be a donut, too,
it was right there on the plate. 
Me and Sissy got real hungry,
but that’s the only thing we ate.


When it comes to making breakfast,
there's a lot of work to do,
but we made it just to show you
Mom and Daddy, we love you.

When Mommy's Sick


Mommy’s sick in bed today.
Doctor says she has the flu.
Sissy’s got a stuffy nose
and she might get it, too.


When Mommy’s sick it makes us sad
she doesn’t feel so good.
She’s having juice and medicine
‘cause the doctor said she should.


It’s not the same when Mommy’s sick,
our hugs are all sick, too,
and kisses for our boo boo’s
also have the flu.


Our sads are even sadder
so the happys aren’t as glad,
and when we’re being naughty,
that even feels more bad.


We'll make her better, Sissy.
Let's get some more juice in her!
‘Cause I remember something else ...
Ewwww, Daddy’s cookin’ dinner.

Hugs



Hugs come in different sizes.
Hugs feel different, too.
There are sad hugs when you're crying
(that's when nothing else will do).


There are happy hugs for laughing.
There are hugs for scary, too.
But the hugs that I like best of all...
are hugs for I Love You!

Blankies


Blankies are made to be slept with.
Blankies are made to be hugged.
Blankies care when Moms and Dads can't be there
'cause blankies are made to give love.


I sure do miss mine when it's in the wash.
My blankie gets dirty, you see,
'cause everywhere I go, blankie goes, too,
with Mommy and Daddy and me.

A Child's Masterpiece



Today I found a can of paint.
The paintbrush was there, too.
Mommy must have left it
when her painting was all through.


It was such a pretty color.
I learned you call it red.
It made me think of pretty things
that same color in my head.


I painted rainbows from the sky
and hearts and bows for hair.
When Mommy saw it she got mad
and sat me in a chair.


She told me I was naughty
and to think of what I'd done.
While I thought, she scrubbed and scrubbed
and cleaned off all my fun.


I'll never understand my Mom,
why she laughed when we were through.
I only said I wished ...
the pretty color had been blue.

My Shadow




I have a shadow hooked to me.
Sometimes he's big.
Sometimes he's small.
Sometimes he isn't there at all.


He doesn't seem to like the rain.
(Maybe thunder scares him, too).
He's gone from me on days like that
'cause there isn't much to do.


But if it's really sunny out
he doesn't like to hide.
He's hooked right there beside me
and we play all day outside.

Pockets



I think of all the things I have
I like my pockets best.
Pockets hold just everything
and they give your hands a rest.


I never know just what I'll find,
what special things I'll see
to put inside my pockets ~~
these are treasures, just for me.


When Mommy's doing laundry though,
she says sometimes it's scary
finding rocks and frogs and beetles
and my spiders that are hairy.

Copy Cat



There's someone who looks just like me.
He does what I can do.
I make these funny faces
and I watch him do them, too.


I open up my eyes real WIDE
and pull my mouth ~~ like this...
Then lean forward and get closer
and give a SCARY kiss!


It doesn't matter what I do
when I am sitting here...
The kid in there can do it, too!
When I play with Mommy's mirror.

Sneakers



We're going to buy new sneakers!
Oh I love to have new shoes!
They have so many in the store
that I can pick and choose.


I don't care if they are red or blue
or even black or white ~~
'cause new sneakers always run so fast
and they always jump so high!

Sandbox Sand



It's on the floor and
in my hair.
When in my bed,
it's awful there.


In socks and shoes,
between my toes
I've even had it 
up my nose!


When in my eyes
it makes me yell,
but I love sandbox sand ...
... oh well.