When I was one and half years old, I was in my house doing something very sneaky. My mom was in the kitchen. She called me to get my milk, but I was nowhere to be found. But one place, the restroom. My mom walked towards the restroom. The restroom door was close. She slightly opened the door and……….BOOM. She caught me with toilet paper and my toys everywhere. I bend to my knees and said “Please don’t punish me” in my baby language. But she picked me up and said, “Babies are babies.”

Grandma, grandma
you are as soft as a bunny’s fur
and cute as a button.
You are warm as a muffin.

You are as sweet as a Honey  bear,
and I love you as much as God loves you,
so as long as you love me I love you.
You look like a baby cub as soon it is born
and I can still smell your cakes.