You are confident <br />in your babywalker <br />gliding like a ballroom dancer <br />among the toddling two-year-olds. <br /> <br />Quick as a trained assassin, <br />a child of maybe nearly three, <br />comes running up – and takes your little hand. <br />You smile... <br />he bites... you scream... <br />I'm there to comfort... <br /> <br />it's your first lesson <br />in the unpredictability <br />of human contact <br />in a dog-eat-dog world.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/growing-pains-3-dog-eat-dog-first-day-at-the-toddler-group/
