https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/bludgeon/
You step in here, as though the world At my table is yours to plunder. You badger me, and fuss, screaming, Taking your brief visit for granted. You beat the table and my heart With ruthless demands, that if not Satisfied, compound to make the a hammer Of your yammering, a bludgeon Of your will against mine. Finally, Vegetables and meat devoured! I place your ice cream before you, But you have fallen asleep, A tyrant in a high chair. All rights reserved@2016 AnnWJWhite
Ann WJ White 
Nice, unexpected ending – You never did this, but then there was too much competition…
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Oh, mom, I was such a good baby. If I cried, someone made it better before I could even think of turning blue. You and dad were great parents of tiny egos.
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Blushing… We tried our best…
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Love it.
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Many frustrated parents have felt this after a day with a restless child.
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