A six year old caught on the fly,
Did you dump that out?
I don’t know, comes the reply.
Really? Is that a lie?
Through dimples and giggles you hear,
Yeah.
You roll eyes at the cuteness,
saying, Go, with a sigh.
He then dashes outdoors,
pretending to fly.
Love the whimsy in this poem. I can just see a 6-year old standing there, body wiggling, trying to get out of the house yet having to stay and answer the question. Then freedom and away he goes! Delightful!