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When I am Big
When I'm big you won't remember
the mud I tracked on stairs.
Instead I hope that you will hear
my laugh that eased your cares.
The smudges that I leave on walls
will someday fade away.
But the memories of my first steps
will be cherished every day.
As for these two handprints,
someday you will be glad
we took some time to make a mess
that didn't make you mad.