A short poem about a little boy who is three.
| Being Three
By: Cassandra Gadouas
Hello, it’s me, I am John and I am three.
It’s hard to be three. It is not what I really want to be.
I want to be big! Then I can be free. Then I can tell you what to do and you will have to listen to me!
I don’t like being told what to do. I am three not two!
I want to be boss and tell you what to do!
I can shout, scream, and cry, kick, hit, pinch, punch and spit. I can throw things, tear things, bite and squeeze.
I also know how to copy and tease.
It is fun to make you mad, it makes me glad.
I can wear my grumpy face and crumple up my nose.
I am mad cause I don’t get my way and what are you going to do?
Are you going to get a grumpy face too?
You get so upset with me you don’t know what to do, and I can see you don’t have a clue.
I am really just testing you.
I need my limits and I know I do, but it is fun to push to see what you will do.
Will you follow through?
Or will you finally give in and let me have my way?
I will remember and try again another day.
I will test again to see if you mean what you say.
I will also copy what you do and try it out on you.
I know I can’t always have my way, but sometimes it is hard to do what you say.
It is easier when we can play and share love and hugs.
But I am still learning so for awhile, you’ll still get the tugs.