Enough of TV go and play
then come back and study, I say.
Enough of your orders
I’m a big boy, don’t you dictate, he says.
In that case can you wipe the dishes
and while you are at it; just clear the table.
and after that, the husband chips in
maybe you can help in cleaning the car.
the boy begins in joy, then slowly gets morbid
as the ‘jobs’ increase
can you please clear the table
it’s dinner time lay the plates
‘Enough’ he screams, I am still small
‘Or else I will scream child labour, he says
The husband and me hide our smiles
the big boy bug has been wiped out
till another time
and another ‘exercise’.