Day 245: 10 July 2026

 Poem -- Little Scientist

I’m a little scientist

Conducting my experiment more than twice

Dropping food of my tray:

Bread, meat, vegetables, rice.

Dropping items from my high chair,

Including all the spoons the mummy can spare.

Dropping things down my slide:

balls, blocks, books, and my car with pride.

And pushing things off the table:

cups or bottles, whatever I’m able.

And the verdict so far is:

On the one hand it’s always the same.

The fall to the floor with a crash or a bang.

But from mummy the results are mixed:

Sometimes she laughs and applauds and

Other times she says: not again!

I’m a little scientist

Conducting my experiment more than twice

Dropping food of my tray:

Bread, meat, vegetables, rice.

Dropping items from my high chair,

Including all the spoons the mummy can spare.

Dropping things down my slide:

balls, blocks, books, and my car with pride.

And pushing things off the table:

cups or bottles, whatever I’m able.

And the verdict so far is:

On the one hand it’s always the same.

The fall to the floor with a crash or a bang.

But from mummy the results are mixed:

Sometimes she laughs and applauds and

Other times she says: not