From one game to the next, he plays endlessly,
Minutes turn into hours,
His energy keeps gaining special powers,
Endless the chatter,
You can't beat his natter,
As I recover from one crazy game,
He's already onto the next, like a growing flame,
He's happiest at home,
Or inside large play zones, where he loves to roam,
The crazy almost seven,
They say these years are heaven,
I wonder which heaven has endless games,
Loud baby chatter, mad running and boarddgames,
I'm beyond exhausted by the end of the day,
Hopefully these crazy years are not here to stay.
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