Potty Training
We've offered rewards, We've leveled threats. We've bought special underwear And hedge our bets. We've made up lyrics to songs That were never about poop or pee: All while arguing With a tiny version of you and me. We KNOW he can do it; We've seen it before. But we still wind up cleaning Urine off the floor And washing underwear Ten times a day; A game we can't seem to win But still have to play. Poopy pull-ups and Bluey potties, Spider-Man underwear and jelly beans. Laundry piles up and dishes, too: All our energy spent waiting on you To push the pee-pee out And keep your undies dry. Chasing the promise Of no more diapers changes; We'll miss it all later In our rose-colored glasses.