First time around with child rearing
Was relatively easy
Particularly with my old school perceptions
Of parental responsibilities
Women, okay the Mother in this case
Would probably do most of the heavy lifting
And be compensated by my advice
Truly silent suffering maintained our relationship
But much to my chagrin
She begot her own payback
Dressed now to look like a five year old
Irascible, know it all, forty six pound female
Transporting this precious cargo is my main employment
Nonetheless my traveling companion
Is of the considered opinion she has a better way
To choose her own, clothes, breakfast, and time to get up
My only defense is to interject
None of my entreaties are of my own volition
But rather at the commands of her parents and ‘Nanna’
This rationale seemed to tame the ‘beast’
Till arriving at ‘Nanna’s’ house when a duck was observed all cozy in grass
As oblivious as a male can be,
This male questioned out loud, “ I wonder if that duck is sitting on an egg”?
Emerging from her throne of a car seat the five year old said,
PaPa, its a boy,
Her aged and white haired PaPa queried
How did you know it was a boy?
Because, it has a green neck with lots of color she answered
Surreptitiously I thought I would ask, “How did you know that”?
Her simple and deflating retort was pure agony
PaPa, how could you not know that?
Okay, so I’m guessing I’m down 1-0.
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