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I call you for dinner at the roast beef you glare you sulk at the table and kick at my chair "I don't want it" you cry "I hate veggies" you moan but a young boy can't live on Mcnuggets alone! You call me a meanie you say it's not fair to make you eat green stuff "I won't eat it, so there!" You hunch up your shoulders arms crossed, lips shut tight your stare is defiant as you fight for your right to eat what you want to and do as you please my 5 year old rebel with scabs on both knees You'll eat it eventually and I'll secretly laugh 'cause round two is coming I'm running your bath!
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 8:29 AM UTC
Sunday roast -No!!!
I call you for dinner at the roast beef you glare you sulk at the table and kick at my chair "I don't want it" you cry "I hate veggies" you moan but a young boy can't live on Mcnuggets alone! You call me a meanie you say it's not fair to make you eat green stuff "I won't eat it, so there!" You hunch up your shoulders arms crossed, lips shut tight your stare is defiant as you fight for your right to eat what you want to and do as you please my 5 year old rebel with scabs on both knees You'll eat it eventually and I'll secretly laugh 'cause round two is coming I'm running your bath!
Life with a 5 year old is full of battles. Fun but very trying...
ryan-jakes
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 8:29 AM UTC
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