He wanted to read seven books
Four more than normal
On a night that we were already late
Seven books
Mostly about Clifford
The Big Red Dog
Mom had already read three
He wanted four more
He lied to her about how much he and I usually read
I was impressed he could count but
When he called her poopie and
Pushed her
We both had to be mean
Alternating with bouts of consolation
In the end
After ten minutes of tears and
A lot of hugging and
A short trip downstairs for a stuffed hippo
He still wanted to read seven books but
Settled for four and
Wondered why
Mom didn’t like Clifford
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