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Like babies do, I crawled along the "path of life",
Then "toddled" my way without much strife.
Walking now upon stronger limbs,
Many adventures reeled in like films.

I bit, I tasted, I tore, I scribbled, I banged
On everything that would twang.
Then when at three I prattled a lot,
They could hardly keep up with me as a Tot.

Then one day reality struck, a new baby showed up
At our home, where did you get “it”, I asked Mommy? 
I racked my brain: from the stork, mommy's tummy?
Excitedly, it seemed they barely "saw" me and I repeatedly ask;
Do you still love me? I,m still just little ole me!

At four I was able to Reason more, understanding
Grown folks folklore - Who are my cousins allowed into
Talks like 'Behave in Church, sit up will you"
And don't put parents in the lurch!

Grown folks work but never have money,
Put that back please,will you honey?
They say "Don't talk to strangers" but
Strike up conversations with those they just met.

More milestones to go along this winding path,
Five, six, seven, eight, can't wait as year by year I develop
And grow, to panth along between home, school activities, on
iphones and mobile phones for indoor games and such.





 Some Thoughts actually voiced by the Tot.

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