©1998 Susan Noyes Anderson, Miles of Smiles, Meadowbrook Press
My brother’s being potty trained.
I’m really very glad.
Changing diapers isn’t fun, and
messy pants smell bad.
My mom says “Won’t you help me, dear?”
So I say “Sure, okay.”
(Sometimes I’m rather helpful, in
a lazy sort of way.)
But this is unacceptable!
I’m at the baby’s feet,
trying everything I can
to keep him on the seat.
I’m reading books; I’m singing songs;
I’m telling stories, too.
The only thing I haven’t done
is show him what to do!