I'm the kind of child. . .

I'm the kind of child,

my parents don't want to be seen with,

because I'm the kind of child who,

spits at the table,

sings in the showers when we've got visitors,

chases pigeons,

runs into O.A.P.s,

yells that I can see the stilts on the giant at the theatre,

grabs and eats other people's ice-creams,

knows stories about my parents,

which accidentally (?) slip out,

never gives up,

except in homework and chores,

I get what I want, whatever!

But have you ever heard the saying,

'like father, like son!' ?

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