Little Mirror

My kid won't listen, welcome to the show. Throws a tantrum

in the market like a tiny tornado. And while I'm standing there,

trying not lose my mind. He copies every little thing I do,

like a mirror I designed. He's my mirror in a T-shirt, learning fast and

running wild. Every habit that I'm carrying shows up in my little child.

So I say, "No," and he says, "Why?" I set a

rule, he starts to cry. I'm not his buddy,

I'm the parent he's supposed to lean upon. And while two kids fight and