He has a dimply smile and gorgeous brown eyes,
Each day with Max is a veritable surprise.
He asks, ‘Are you happy or sad?’ ten thousand times a day,
But amongst other children, he is just content to play.
He tells us he’s a ‘big boy’, but won’t poo on the loo,
He loves his friends lots and has a generous heart too.
He’s the tickliest boy in the world, especially under his chin,
But when he has a tantrum, I need to hit the gin.
He eats Golden Nuggets, and wiggles his bum when he runs,
But when he’s in a mood, he could test the patience of nuns.
He has an infectious giggle and many a good idea,
But that he’ll drive me to insanity, is a very tangibleÂ fear.
He is friendly to everyone and says things are ‘well nice’,
But I wonder if I put him on Ebay,Â would heÂ bring a good price?
He uses his manners and is gentle with others,
Well everyone that is, except for his brothers.
He wants to be independent and says ‘stinky’ a lot,
ButÂ having spectacular meltdowns, doesn’t bother him a jot.
He’s sociable, funny, bright and kind,
Loveable, affectionate, with an inquisitive mind.
He’s adventurous and lively,Â wise but moody.
At leastÂ when I’m with him, I don’t feelÂ broody!