Once I was four,
I loved to play in the floor.
My mom would get rude,
because I wouldn't move.
One day I saw a glisten,
it was in the kitchen.
I crawled over to see,
it was a mirror, I was looking at me.
I became curious so I crawled up,
I was so confused I gave it a thump.
it frightned me a little,
so I got scared and cried a little.
My mom comes walking in,
she looks at me and laughs with a small grin.
On that day,
I found my new favorite thing to play.