His hair and skin are getting darker
His shoulders and face more angular
He literally seems to grow over night
He already thinks he's always right
He teaches me about boys
Why they are obsessed with toys
I am ever fascinated by him and trying to understand
What might just become of this young man
I don't really know what I am doing
He makes faces at me while he is mooing
See, he's always doing that!
Making me laugh when we are having a spat
I'm "supposed" to be the "parent", it's true
Words like discipline and guidance are used
I laugh a lot when I'm not "supposed" too and do silly things
Outside of the barriers, away from the strings
But more often than not
He is the one too soothe me when I am distraught
Just by smiling and being his own little guy
I am blessed just to know him and never wonder why
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