babies don't keep.

i was vacuuming tonight
and matthew asked me to please turn it off
so he could sing me 2 songs that he learned at school today
i was in a cleaning psychosis and i really didn't want to stop
but of course i listened
to all 6 verses
about the way children get to school (walking, bike, train, etc.)
he was standing there
in his t-shirt and undies
his little toes curled up
his hair in his face
his finger tips died blue from magic markers
his eyes as big as the full moon
singing through his smile and pearly white baby teeth.
he started the next song...
i was a little worried it may be even longer than the first
i have so much to do...
but he's so stinkin' cute
it made me think of this poem.

a mother's work is truly never done.