When I’m a Little old Lady

Nov

28

2011

Dear Olivia, Calvin, Everett & Roo,

When I’m a little old lady
Then I’ll live with my chidlren and bring them great joy
To repay all I’ve had from each girl and boy
I shall draw on the walls and scuff up the floors
Run in and out without closing the door.
I’ll hide frogs in the pantry, socks under my bed
Whenever they scold me, I’ll just hang my head.
I’ll run and I’ll romp, always fritter away
The time to be spent doing chores every day.
I’ll pester my children when they’re on the phone.
As long as they’re busy, won’t leave them alone.
Hide candy in closets, rocks in a drawer,
And never pick up my clothes from the floor.
Dash off to the movies and not wash a dish.
I’ll plead for allowance whenever I wish.
I’ll scuff up the plumbing and deluge the floor.
As soon as they’ve mopped it, I’ll flood it some more.
When they correct me, I’ll lie down and cry,
Kicking and screaming, not a tear in my eye.
I’ll take all their pencils and flashlights and then
When they buy new ones, I’ll take them again.
I’ll spill glasses of milk to complete every meal
Eat my banana and just drop the peel.
Put toys on the table, spill jam on the floor,
I’ll break lots of dishes as though I were four;
What fun I shall have, what joy it will be
To live with my children like they lived with me.

I found this on my counter the other day. I have no idea where it came from, but I giggled and giggled when I read it. It’s nice to know that my children aren’t so far left from normal. I do so look forward to the day . . .

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