Does he see tinted, tainted, tired?

Is he pleased as I create my toddler pictures from broken crayon?

Do my dances and twirls create pleasure, or embarrassment?

I tell him my stories and wait for the laugh at the right time.

I hope there is pride when my days are full of showing the “new” that I learned.

Is there a frown when I spit and pull hair and stomp my feet?

Wondering at the mind of God.