A short poem about a little boy who is three. |
Being Three By: Cassandra Gadouas Hello, it’s me, I am John and I am three. It’s hard to be three. It is not what I really want to be. I want to be big! Then I can be free. Then I can tell you what to do and you will have to listen to me! I don’t like being told what to do. I am three not two! I want to be boss and tell you what to do! I can shout, scream, and cry, kick, hit, pinch, punch and spit. I can throw things, tear things, bite and squeeze. I also know how to copy and tease. It is fun to make you mad, it makes me glad. I can wear my grumpy face and crumple up my nose. I am mad cause I don’t get my way and what are you going to do? Are you going to get a grumpy face too? You get so upset with me you don’t know what to do, and I can see you don’t have a clue. I am really just testing you. I need my limits and I know I do, but it is fun to push to see what you will do. Will you follow through? Or will you finally give in and let me have my way? I will remember and try again another day. I will test again to see if you mean what you say. I will also copy what you do and try it out on you. I know I can’t always have my way, but sometimes it is hard to do what you say. It is easier when we can play and share love and hugs. But I am still learning so for awhile, you’ll still get the tugs. |