My Child

You are as tall as the golf ball retriever thingy that is included in my Grandma's set of golf clubs.

You are that tall!
You. are. ONLY. that. tall!

Yet you can whine, crab, and be so irrational that you almost drive me into the loony bin!
You whine when you are tired.
You are irrational when you are exhausted.
Life is good son - go night night!
So tomorrow you can try and catch a cloud again.

Rest. Dream. Sleep!