Even though you
scream like a banshee in time out
sleep 8 hours a night
announce in shrieks if you see a cockroach in your room at 5:30 am
tell me “NO!” and throw yourself on the floor if I tell you to go pee
insist that you need to poop once we get into the car and make me turn around
then put your hands in the toilet
and tell me you don’t know why you do that
or why you insist on chewing your hair, your shirt, and any random item
until all the above are completely sopping wet
I do love you.
And I’m trying to love you.
Maybe you could help me out a little with that.
Just a thought.