captures your laugh my butter.
Your toothy grin lights up the frame,
a fountain of curls erupting from your mane.
The spinning fan above catches your eyes,
your fingers reaching high, as you try hard to fly.
"Up!" the loud tinkling of your anklets calls.
Swooped up in his arms, you're suddenly six feet tall.
Giggles and gurgles and goo gahs erupt,
as he fondly cuddles you, whispering "Hey peanut."
His nose squishes into your chubby cheeks,
"Rakshasan Rakshasan!" is all I can shriek.
He won this time but tomorrow's another day,
for when Mama tries to chase the boys away,
you'll need Mami to save the date from ending halfway.