Poem for Jimmy

Here's a funny little poem I found on the American Academy of Poets site that makes me think of what Jimmy's going to be dealing with soon:

Some Things Don't Make Any Sense at All
by Judith Viorst

My mom says I'm her sugarplum.
My mom says I'm her lamb.
My mom says I'm completely perfect
Just the way I am.
My mom says I'm a super-special wonderful terrific little guy.
My mom just had another baby.
Why?