There will be
No more laundry to do
No more tripping on toys
No more shredded pencil crayon from the dog
No more soiled sheets to change
No more "print me a picture" and "I want a snack"
No more dishes to wash
No more spills to wipe up
No more scrapes to bandage
What a bleak, bleak future I have!
Oh, what a bleak, bleak future I have!
I relish the chaos
I relish the noise
I relish the mess
And I relish the toys
Don't grow up too quickly now!
Oh please, don't grow up too quickly now!
Let me hold him before he is too big for my lap
Let me pour her milk before she can do it herself
Let me watch the "show" before they won't bother
Let me read while they want to listen
Dear God, slow down time . . .
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