You shout in my face You say I smell of poo You try to bite me You say “I don’t like you” You wail on the floor You go bright red You throw your shoes around And shake your head You look explosive It’s hard not to match you With your threenager roars I try it out I get on all fours And I roar my terrible roars Like the Wild Things do With Max when he says to his Mum "I'll eat you up". I stomp about the kitchen I slam doors I match your behaviour And forget all my chores I hit the door I lie on the floor I’m a Wild Thing after all And I realise you’re looking at me As if I was three For a moment there’s silence As you try to work out What the hell I’m on about Then you carry on And I collapse in a heap Until I find the energy To try every technique To help you out of this rage It’s like you’re stuck on the same page Over and over you go And then boom you’ve stopped Just like that Something must have finally snapped You out of your trance And into a dance As if nothing happened And I’m left wondering if I just imagined Everything I saw I feel like I’ve been washed up on the shore And so the day continues And finishes And another day starts And your roars keep coming Again and again Never failing to leave me wondering Is this just what happens And I have to remind myself You’re three I’m not So just keep loving you And remember we are so lucky With everything we've got.