Oh to be a toddler

Oh to be a toddler

And find wonder in the plastic tie of a bread bag

Or your own foot

To be able to talk to yourself whilst dressed as a wizard

Without judgement

Oh to be a toddler

And strip off with gay abandon in a room full of people

For wellies to go with any outfit

And a party bag to hold more value than Prada

Oh to be a toddler

And think play-doh is haute cuisine

For raisins to be your raisin d’etre

And full fat cheese an essential part of your diet

Oh to be a toddler

Who’s on a swing, holding a balloon, in the rain

For time to be measured in “sleeps”

The hoover to be spaceship to ride upon

And rubber gloves a “chicken's hat”

Oh to be a toddler

And truly believe everything you say is fascinating

And worthy of repeating

For snow to be so exciting you wet yourself

And that’s okay

Oh to be a toddler

And refuse to believe the word no

Or that there are not really small people living in the TV

For poo-poo-head to ALWAYS be hilarious

And appropriate to use in any conversation

Oh to be my little toddler

Who just wants to grow up and be “big”

I just want you to stay small

And brighten my day with your nonsense

And repetitive noises

And constant requests for drinks and stories and cheese and raisins and….

Oh to be a toddler