T'was Thursday at nap time and baby was tired,
the brothers were playing and daddy was wired,
he knew that the laundry would have to be done
before mommy returned or there would be no fun
She'd been gone for the week, camping outdoors
(in a cabin, with beds, and nice hardwood floors)
I'd done most the chores, but neglected the clothes
The baskets were neatly lined up in rows...
Waiting to be folded, and then put away,
a chore I could do, with the two boys at play
and the littlest one sleeping quite comfy in bed
I had it all planned out at least in my head.
The plan had been working, as well as could be,
except hearing a sound, I turned and could see,
standing beside me, a two-year old child
who should be in bed, I looked down and smiled.
"Now, how did you get here?" I asked him plainly
He answered in 'two-year old talk' though quite vainly.
I knew if I put him back in bed
that would fail
but I wanted to see how he climbed o're the rails
The picture below shows the feat of escape
and he did it so well he didn't even get scraped.
So life as I knew it, is over...it's through...
the crib no longer, holds a child who is TWO!
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