I watch you when you're sleeping,
Amazed at how delicate you seem.
For there is no indication that you're such a drama queen.
You've the face of an angel...
And the spirit of a minx,
At least my "spidey senses" tingle when you're up to your high jinx
I contemplate the tool kit
On which I've become reliant.
The bedroom gate, the naughty step, the word "NO" - you're so defiant!
But I do admire your sharp mind,
Get amused by your wiliness,
And at least now you're a little older you can clean up your own mess.
I was warned about the terrible two's
But no one ever did explain,
How you'd shake the core of my sanity...again, and again, and again.
I love you baby girl xxx
