God knows how I love my boys, he also knows I loathe their toys. Little legos and wooden trains, always causing trips and sprains. I grab a bag and silently creep, throwing sh*t out while they sleep. Careful placement a siren blares, I slowly back out tripping on chairs. Stealth mode isn't stealth at all, as I pull ninja moves but somehow fall. The littlest rises up with a smile, "Mommy, is that my crocodile?" Of course I cower and hand it over, Through clumsiness I've blown my cover. Feeling like the Grinch with the whos, I dump the bag out and tend to the bruise. I guess I just won't get my way, those toys will be my death one day!
hahaha brilliant!!! the stealth tactics that fail! getting rumbled by the far too observant kids - you're not getting them toys!! not until they're collecting dust in an attic in many years to come!! great humour! couplets perfect choice for it! nice, nice, nice!!!
*Chuckles* Yes, I love giving the loudest largest most adorable toys to my nieces. Maybe it is payback for all the beatings my brother gave me growing up. This is a fantastic write! Humorous and true to the life of a parent dealing with those dreaded toys...LOL...
I think you have nailed this one for every parent! There is something genious in the random abandonment of toys which create that impassable parent trap. I love the way you expresssed this in your poem. had me belly laughing.
hahaha this is good!!! anyone who has kids can relate to this!! i have a four year old and you better believe that tripping over toys happens every five minutes lol
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