Bright like summer and spring
The color is airy and light,
But there’s just one thing:
Little boys should not wear white.
The color of fallen snow,
Crisp, clean and fresh;
On white, everything shows –
Especially a boy’s lunch.
I cringed at the sight –
The stains red and greasy.
“Spaghetti?” I asked and sighed;
With a grin, he informed it was chili.
My husband said, “write it off.”
Scrub, soak, rinse, and repeat –
I refused to give up;
Oh no, it WOULD come clean.
Because of his aversion to napkins,
I’ve made a new rule tonight:
Until he learns this lesson,
My little boy won’t wear white.