Babysitting
I know this girl
she is oh so sweet.
Softly smiling,
batting her eyelashes.
She wants her way.
“ Oh please please Kristin.”
Pouting now,
Can’t get her way
making me feel bad.
Won’t, give up
Can’t back down.
This little girl is sweet
till she wants her way
So we play her games
and go her way.
We laugh, and giggle
cause we love our summer days.
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