Terrible Three's
Your going out of your mind
For now what can it be,
You've survived the first years
But, now its terrible at three.
Always getting into everything
Never seems to tire a bit,
Can't accept a no for an answer
Without a blown out fit.
Bedtime's get much shorter
Never again is even a nap,
You just want to sit and relax
Not with a toddler jumping on your lap.
You've decided to just give in
There's no way to wish this war,
Just quietly keep asking yourself
Why can't she just turn four.
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