Never ever underestimated my son,
Leaves no clue of his mischiefs.
Cute and beautiful are his games,
But at times gives me panic attacks.
Through the window I saw some lingeries,
Hanging like colorful flags for display.
Are they yours dear?
Asked my husband in despair.
Why does the laundry smell so different?
Soon found them soaked in vegetable oil.
Most of the toys lay idle in the basket,
Because they don’t serve good for his research.
Busy in the kitchen with watchful eyes,
Just a minute of silence petrified me.
Something is wrong, warned my mind,
Yet continued with my chores.
Into his room I peeped suddenly,
Quick he ran out of the room.
My heart skipped a beat,
For the wall was scribbled with my eyeliner.
Stood there silently staring at the wall,
My eyes brimming with tears.
Daily Prompt: Suddenly