A baby boy comes
In most every size
With a mischievous face
And questioning eyes,

With a misshapen halo
And a wonderful grin,
With ten busy fingers,
And one sticky chin.

He's cunningly stubborn
And amazingly fast
So you'll never find him
Where you put him last ~

He'll keep you so busy,
And yet all the while
Nothing will soften your work
Like his smile,

And no greater treasure
Has brought homes more joy
Than a lovable, dear,
All-American boy.'

~Author Unknown~

This poem seemed to fit the bill, perfectly today.