When Daddy Was a Little Boy

When daddy was a little boy he was a lot like me
I’ve heard the tales that grandma tells
And seen old pictures, too
With dirty shorts, once pastel blue
And dusty, worn out tennis shoes
He rode a bike and built a fort
Just like I like to do
When daddy was a little boy he was a lot like me
I know he wasn’t always good
Sometimes he disobeyed
He wouldn’t eat his broccoli
And cheated at Monopoly
And when his mom yelled, «Quiet!»
He kept talking anyway
And he climbed high trees
And tried to hide the fear that he might fall
Though he could be strong
He needed love like me … well, don’t we all
When daddy was a little boy he was a lot like me
When it was time to take a bath
He ran outside to play
But each night when the day was done
Into his mother’s arms he’d run
I think he must have felt back then
The things I feel today
Questions?
In what ways are you most like your father?
In what ways are you most like your mother?
What did your father like to do when he was a little boy?
What did your mother like to do when she was a little girl?
What do you like to do most?