Beach Ball In a Suitcase

So my son is knocking up The alphabet at the worktable He's onto the letter 'j' (Should it have a hat or not?) "Downward stroke, with a curl, Then stab his face." He's onto the letter 't' (The Romans pronounced it 'tay') "Downward stroke, then slap Him across the mug." The ancients kept reversing and Rotating them I do the same with my son And as he's tucked into bed I regret the bloodthirsty Language I used Be careful what you utter To a child "Dad, I'm going to blow your glasses off."