The impressiveness

A lot of the time, kids
are too much. People just
stand back, step back/detach

(or try to) from them and judge!

How else to assert our imagined
inner height? Like big ol' trees
doing the loom and shade routine
on some upshot youngster. "Count
the growth rings, short stuff."

We'll be all like:

"He's amazing. Did you see-?"
"I couldn't believe it."

"She is a boss brass brawler
upper baller on TRACK TWO:
GIRL MODE. How old?"
"Two!"
"About right."
Both: "Admirable."

"He-"
"-He's a She!"
"OK, don't be phobic mom - how old is she?"
"Six months."
"I respect her already."
"You better."

We just can't take
such beings in
sometimes,
the sheer look see
spiked to sudden will
or interest on display -

- and when one talks?
Oh man. We make
an ass of self tryna
engage one of these
brand new or recent
developments in being.

We know why they
toddle over or go hide
behind mom’s leg, or
run wild like nuts, once
they got the hang.

We know why they crawl
to us,
on knees,
elbows and belly
over all handsy
to tug out
our shoelaces.

"Because...
...they look up to us?"

No. Well, yes, but
that's a sheer coincidence
of biological geometry.
We know.

So do they.

It's shoe practice.
Soon to be stepping
in them.

Kids don't even know
they know this, some of 'em
yet - don't kid yourself.

They know. On a level
we can't quite reach
no mo'.

Get your batons clutched
for handoffs and your hoops
set to fire up, folks, because

the kids are here to take it
and jump through less fake
by the bound, pound and inch.

Gained ground's a cinch when
you're a learning machine
on growth hormones
of in-house brew.

Don't fret sweat or blanche,
though! Once puberty and
the approval of others hits
for real and slips, sticks,
catches and clicks in them

they'll be just like you.
Advantage: us. Grown-Up!

We been at it awhile.
We know whose boss
is ours, and how much
is due.