I Disallow

There are times when it’s just them and I I read them a book and then they try We dance in the kitchen and sing really loud I’m not good with structure, but fun is allowed I let them be little, some say they’re wild But I vividly remember, myself as a child I still resent those foolish restrictions So, one by one, out the window, I kicked them I’m a race car driver on the fun, bumpy road I accelerate fast, just in time, I will slow They hold up their hands and pretend to be flying I brake for the curve. I have perfect timing I accrue a new accent, when I get a wild hair I practice in public and strangers stare It makes them chuckle, that I could be so bold But age is a number, I’m really not old I come up short in more ways than a dozen I’m often excluded from adult discussion But I’m not aiming for the parenting standard They can walk a straight line, but know when to swerve They’re assured they are safe and most deeply loved I lead by example and guide them above It boils down to me doing, the best I know how Your accusations are opinion and I disallow