Breakfast In Bed


Wake up, Mom and Daddy!
We’ve got a BIG surprise.
Me and Sissy made you breakfast.
Please open up your eyes.


Here’s the paper from the porch,
just in case you wanna read.
Please wake up and put your glasses on,
so you guys can see.


There’s cereal with milk on it
and toast with butter, too.
(Sissy scraped the black stuff off).
We made it ALL for you.


We didn’t make the coffee,
but, Mommy, that’s okay
‘cause me and Sissy found some
in the pot from yesterday.


The eggs look kinda funny,
not like the ones you make.
Ours are way too slickery.
They keep sliding off the plate.

 
We tried to find a muffin
but there weren’t any more.
Well, the one that was left over
got smushed on the kitchen floor.


There used to be a donut, too,
it was right there on the plate. 
Me and Sissy got real hungry,
but that’s the only thing we ate.


When it comes to making breakfast,
there's a lot of work to do,
but we made it just to show you
Mom and Daddy, we love you.

Pedal Pushin'


Mom’s car has three foot pedals.
I think I’m gonna ask her ...


Since Daddy’s car has only two,
does her car pedal faster?

Rules


Parents sure have lots of rules,
things to do and not do.
I’ll be glad when I get big
and growing up is gone through.


I won’t need a dentist
or a barber for my hair,
and I’ll go buy a chocolate cake
that I won’t have to share.


Maybe I’ll stay up all night,
eat junk and watch TV.
If I want, I’ll sleep all day.
No more rules for me!


“How will you get up for work?
You might get fired”, Mom said.
“You won’t make any money
by sleeping late in bed.”


Why would I need money?
Who needs money, anyway?
Rules are bad.  When I grow up
I’ll do fun things all day.


How would you pay your rent?
How will you buy a car?
How would you buy your grownup clothes?
(you’ll be bigger than you are).


You’ll have to buy the food you eat.
You’ll have to have a phone.
How will you pay the heating bill?
‘Cause surely you’ll buy a home.


I hadn’t thought of all of that.
I can’t do that stuff.
It doesn’t sound like fun at all
and I don’t know enough.


Mom said as I get bigger,
the rules get bigger, too,
but when we start at my age,
growing up is fun to do.


She said people grow like houses,
step by step and brick by brick.
That’s the way we all grow up
and having rules is part of it.

 Little Kangaroos


Be glad you’re not a kangaroo
and you’re a girl or boy ...
‘cause all the little kangaroos
are named the same thing — "Joey".

Grownup Parties


I don’t like grownup parties.
They’re sure boring, aren’t they?
There are other things I’d rather do
than be stuck here, all day.


They couldn't find a sitter.
Mommy said I had to come.
I'll get to stay up really late,
but here, it won't be fun.


Mom and Daddy have a good time.
They laugh and walk around
while I just have to sit here
and never make a sound.


Grownup parties are just awful.
I don’t like the food they make.
It’s little stuff on toothpicks
and they have no chocolate cake.


I don’t like to get dressed up
and I hate to wear this tie!
The ladies stop and squeeze my cheeks
every time that they walk by.


Some guy asked if I want punch.
He came to where I sit.
I told him what my daddy says:
“It isn’t nice to hit.”


These parties aren't for children
or there'd be some stuff to do,
instead of sitting in this chair.
I'll bet you'd hate it, too.


Oh wait a minute though.
I’m startin' to feel glad.
Here comes another kid my age!
Hey, grownup parties aren’t so bad.

Me 'n Pigs


I like pigs,
they’re a lot like me.
They play in 
all the mud they see,


And pigs are funny,
and pigs are cute,
(but I’m not bacon  
in a pink skin suit).


One end is curly,
one end is flat,
and the in-between 
is short and fat


and when one talks
to other boars,
he sounds like Daddy
when he snores.


Some pigs are black.
Some pigs are pink,
and sometimes, pigs
can really stink


but that’s okay,
‘cause I can, too.
I still like pigs.
Tell me, do you?

When Mommy's Sick


Mommy’s sick in bed today.
Doctor says she has the flu.
Sissy’s got a stuffy nose
and she might get it, too.


When Mommy’s sick it makes us sad
she doesn’t feel so good.
She’s having juice and medicine
‘cause the doctor said she should.


It’s not the same when Mommy’s sick,
our hugs are all sick, too,
and kisses for our boo boo’s
also have the flu.


Our sads are even sadder
so the happys aren’t as glad,
and when we’re being naughty,
that even feels more bad.


We'll make her better, Sissy.
Let's get some more juice in her!
‘Cause I remember something else ...
Ewwww, Daddy’s cookin’ dinner.

Children of the Rainbow


I talked to Grammy yesterday
about a girl I know.
Her skin’s a different color
but I like her, even though


the other children tease her
and it makes her run away
because she looks so different
and they never let her play.


I think she looks just beautiful!
Her skin is chocolate brown.
She’s the nicest girl I’ve ever met
and it’s sad to see her frown.


Grammy held me on her lap
and told me she was proud.
She said that’s what’s important
and then my gram allowed


that children are God's rainbow,
black and yellow, red and white,
but the colors aren't what matter,
it's what's down deep inside.


I asked her if that’s what it means 
when we say we’re colorblind.
She smiled and said it should mean that
in all hearts and in all minds.