The Eyes of a Three Year Old

I look around, everything is huge
The people, the places, and even my shoes
I'm really tiny and easy to toss
I can flip around a person like a boss

My life isn't perfect, I'm always getting in trouble
Because I walk around all day in my own little bubble
All day I do everything I can to make noise
Usually I use my most noisiest toys

I have people who love me so much
But still they get mad and angry and such
They look at me and say I'm a sweet baby
But that might be wrong, maybe just maybe

Everyday I'm learning new words
New places, new things, and even big bird
In the end, I have a nice time
Because right now my years are prime

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