Ode to the third year

There once was a cranky three year old
She whined all  the time
She didn’t like you if you said ‘no’
Her favorite word was ‘ mine ‘

She hated eating dinner
Unless it was mac and cheese
She would beg and beg for dessert
But rarely ever said ‘please ‘

We would love her and hug her
And say she was cherished
Until she pulled away saying
“Now I’m embarrassed”

She is so grown up
Yet still a baby
She’s wonderful
But drives us crazy

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