Your going out of your mind For now what can it be, You've survived the first years But, now its terrible at three. Always getting into everything Never seems to tire a bit, Can't accept a no for an answer Without a blown out fit. Bedtime's get much shorter Never again is even a nap, You just want to sit and relax Not with a toddler jumping on your lap. You've decided to just give in There's no way to wish this war, Just quietly keep asking yourself Why can't she just turn four.