his mother's son

my son

yelled at me when i held

him

in my arms,

crying and screaming

for me to buy

him something

at the store

that he already had, but

in a different color.

he wouldn't settle down.

he was nearly four.

i love you,

he told me as we left

the store with

tears running down

his face.

banging his

little fists

against my chest.

i love you, but i'm very

very mad

at you.

you have the money

and this isn't

fair.

his mother taught him well.