In my social work years, I learned real quick,
some kids were made cuter, but it's a sneaky trick.
You see, the cuter they come, the bigger the trouble-makers.
and God made them just like that so there'd be takers.
You don't believe me? Then you tell me,
when's the last time you stayed mad at a cu-tie?
I should've seen the red flag when this little guy came out,
because he's as cute as a button, without a doubt.
With that being said, I'm sure you can guess
how potty-training's going, and who's having success.
I'll give you one clue, it's not this girl,
but I'll spare you the details so you won't hurl.
Yep, he's as cute as can be, but it comes with a price.
You never know if he'll be naughty or nice.
So remember the next time you say you want a cute one,
you might soon be wishing you were a childless nun!
Edited to add: Please know that this poem was written only as comedic relief for a frustrated-potty-training-parent. I know that I am very blessed to have my children, and would never wish that I did not have them (even if one poops all over my floor).












