I know this little guy, he stands, oh so, about knee high.
He’s got the cutest dimples on his cheery face,
Got a smile that lights up the whole place.
He’s got the knack for chatter, he invites himself if you won’t :
“I’ll have that muesli bar please cause my brother don’t.”
Suppose to have a nap, and in the a tragic voice he confides,
“I was crying the whole time.” Ok, please don’t make me cry.
Apparently being bounced on the trampoline is hilarious,
But all I can think of is how dangerous.
Not enough sleep is constantly plaguing me,
But he don’t care if in bed he’s suppose to be.
In the middle of a rousing game of hide-and-seek,
He’ll curl up and go to sleep.
Wish I could do just that, and live a bit more like him,
So unaware of all the dangers and troubles surrounding,
Spend a bit more time enjoying the little things
Get the chance to take them all in.
“Can I have a drink?” he toddles up the sink.
“Why of course, here’s your drink.”
Watch his little legs carry him off to some new adventure,
“You can’t catch me!” wait, “I gotcha!”
You’re running out of time, little guy,
If only you could stay knee-high.
Story behind the poem:
Based on a little guy I know who I babysat. He’s absolutely adorable. Anyway, the captions in the poem entail actual conversations (lumped into one) that he’s had with me. And yes, he can give you some of the most dramatic faces. I think he’ll make a great actor: “I was very sad. I was crying.” in a dramatic tone with big eyes and sad face. I felt heartbroken.