A sound comes in the middle of the night
Waking you from your deepest sleep
The pitter-patter of not-so-little feet
Saying "Mom, I gotta go pee!"
After he's done something simply atrocious
Like using black marker on the TV
You stand him in the corner for being precocious
And crying, he says "I gotta go pee!"
You sit down to dinner for a wonderful repast
With everyone starving and ready to eat.
You no sooner give thanks and looking aghast,
He says, "Mom, I gotta go pee!"
I can see him in a college football huddle
As they plan what their attack will be
He'll excuse himself and run off in a muddle
And tell the coach "I gotta go pee!"
Hopefully, this will be just a phase
And will lose it's cuteness and charm
That he should do this the rest of his days
Would raise quite an outrageous alarm.
To teach him to just go all by himself
Without telling the whole population
Will be quite a challenge we must face,
We hope without too much tribulation.
This, too, shall pass, as all trials do
To be replaced by moments of joy
For he will grow to manhood much too soon
Leaving only memories of our little boy.
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