He screams in his high chair,
sends the broccoli rolling onto the floor,
says no to his drink, the banana.
So I pick him up out of his chair,
wash his hands, his face
and hold him to me as we walk upstairs.
Up there, he is a different boy,
quiet and happy.
I run him a bath and his splashes and talks by himself,
Enjoys a bit of time
without the other two for once.
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