Wee winsome little one,

Why are you so much work?

Your charm masks your strong will,

Your need to be the boss,

Until someone else comes along,

then you must have all the things,

all the time.

You share only on your terms,

And say I love you when you’re in trouble

You know just how to grin,

to get away with being a jerk.

But after a long day of tantrums

Screaming and laughter

You snuggle up softly next to me and sigh

Slowly fighting sleep as you fall into me

My fiery, friendly, funny little man.