I know something is wrong…
When you do not open the door for me,
When you don’t investigate my handbag,
When you don’t make that face as there are no chocolates,
When you do not open the door for me,
When you don’t investigate my handbag,
When you don’t make that face as there are no chocolates,
I know something is wrong…
When I see all the toys arranged on the shelves,
When all the dolls are kept in the basket,
When there are no books lying here and there,
I know something is wrong…
When all you want to do is cling to me,
When all you want to do is lay on the couch,
When you don’t crave for Maggi or chips,
I admit I love your naughtiness…!!!!
awww 🙂
Gayu,
You said it! Child has to be naughty to make you love him or her.
Take care
Scribby
thanks….and haan now she is back to all this:P
Jack
ya…and i am glad she is back to all this again:D