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Little fingers creeping over so slowly,
Across the counter they inch towards the plate.
Blue eyes watching moms face so closely,
If she was caught, who knew her fate.
Almost to the plate, and mom cracks a smile,
Hands her a deviled egg and places a finger to her lips.
As parents we have to play along once in awhile,
Indulging little ones and not always with denial.
A smile and a hug, and away she will run,
All to soon she will be grown, moved, gone.
Relax and love, have some fun,
And cherish every stroke made with crayon.