Crying and screaming, no time for fun.
"Mommy do you love me?" "Of course you're my son."
Crying I can't deal with, you head butt the floor.
Baby gate comes down, you're running for the door.
You take off your diaper than pee on the floor.
Cheerios and milk, it's time to explore.
Netflix with Barney, your brother wants his toy.
The bouncer, the walker, the high chair, the floor
I tried it all but you just scream more.
One bottle, two bottles, three bottles, four,
Baby food, oatmeal, but you still want more.
Diapers, diapers, diapers galore.
Thank god its nap time.
Daddy walks threw the door.
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