I was dreading this one because rhyme and form are not usually my friends. But I actually had fun with it, trying to fit within the form but also say something real about my son and how we relate to each other.
The Mother-Son Blues
Oh, I have a little three-year-old boy
I say, I have a little three-year-old boy
And he brings me nothing but pain and joy
My boy, he likes to burp out loud
Yes, my boy, he likes to burp out loud
But when I scold, it just makes him proud
He acts a fool whenever I’m looking
Oh, he acts a fool whenever I’m looking
Then he gives me a hug, says I’m his cookie
Sometimes I don’t know which end is up
Oh, sometimes I don’t know which end is up
Is he a demon from hell or a cute little pup?
All his jokes are about tinkle and poop
Yes, all his jokes are about tinkle and poop
Sometimes I laugh, then I have to regroup
He makes me laugh, he makes me cry
Oh, he makes me laugh, he makes me cry
And I’ll be his cookie til the day I die
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
This completely charmed me.
Thank you so much! It’s a “nuanced” relationship, to be sure. Nuanced and intense. My son is charming and annoying, both. Often at the same time!
this is good, made me smile and remember fondly what it’s like to be around toddlers when they are telling their weird (and often gross) little jokes.
Thank you! Sometimes you laugh in spite or yourself — and then you realize you just encouraged it.