Father and son

My son and I
We are all the same
We stare eye to eye
We start to take aim

I jump on the chair
He screams over stair
We fight like grizzly bear
There's angry stare

I soon realize
we're going no where
I got to change
to make it go some where

I raise the white flag
he begins to smile
I am no longer fighting
with a three year old child.

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Sometimes, at the heat of the moment, I didn't realize that my child and I have exactly the same temper.