Hiding Under a Pile of Stuffed Animals

It is still morning have yet to have my coffee and my little one sneaks up arms full of stuffed animals hugged tight and he trusts me - places two babies in my arms and asks me to hug them kiss them and I do - the smile that lights up his face is worth…

Daily Post Prompt: Parenthood, a Replacement for Sanity

This poem is written in two voices.  The first is mine – written in black text.  The second, written in red text, you need to replace with a whiny kids voice (I'm sure you can figure out what that sounds like) :-).  Some days, this is the typical scene at my house.  I try to…