My inner child

I thought this blog needed a little levity, so I'm reverting to my inner child on this one. I wrote the poem below, "Three cheers for tears!" earlier tonight, after The Toddler had a series of crying fits that left Mommy and Daddy wanting to cry themselves. You will undoubtedly be able to tell that I've been overdosing on Dr. Seuss lately, too.

Three cheers for tears!

My, oh, my, how that baby cries.

Like a waterfall, tears fall from his eyes.

I know I should not pry.

But I must know why.

Why, oh, why does that baby cry?

Sit down and I’ll tell you why.

I’ll tell you why that baby cries.

But first you must keep your word.

And not repeat what you’ve heard.

Not even to a little bird.

This is just between you and me.

But those tears you see are a magic key.

They take you places you never thought you’d see.

All you have to do is hop in a canoe.

And float on those tears, from Kalamazoo to Malibu, from Honolulu to Peru.

No, it would not be wise to dry those eyes.

Now that I have your ear, know that there’s nothing to fear.

It’s only a tear, my dear.

So let’s hear it for tears.

Three cheers for tears!