The Terrible Two's

Tiny, pretty tot with an ear-piercing shout,
with brave shoulders back, and belly out.
You see the humor in your naughty deeds,
pulling the hairs from my head till it bleeds.

We're all your push-pull toys in life's game,
discipline's something you really do disdain.
When paper towel kites fly over food murals,
you rest secure on granddaughterly laurels.

What belongs over here, must go elsewhere,
remotes get reprogrammed under my chair.
Potty training is better done next to the bowl,
and I can yell "No!" till I'm a hundred years old.

But you love with a heart too big for your size.
If I dissaprove of things there's hurt in your eyes.
Wanting to feel grown, but confused by "don't do's"
So proud of  "all-gones" while flushing my shoes.

You can be a real brat but you're a sweet child,
though most days my breaks are far off and few.
But I remember how your mom grew and I smile.
It goes by too fast, these wonderful terrible two's.

by "Grandma" Kimarie Manhart-Freeman for Luna Sophia