Children of Mages

"Hey honey, it's your turn to change the baby."
Indignant, I respond: "Change into what?
A dragon or an elf? A mermaid, maybe?
Can't change her to a princess, she's all that."

I know, of course, the answer to my question.
The diaper on the princess a bit full.
Unless in an extraordinary session,
we each must take a turn, that is the rule.

You'd think the rules of magic would permit it.
A snap of fingers and the diaper's changed.
To pamper it, to clean it or to feed it,
a spell that seems so easily arranged...

Up in her crib, the baby starts to squeal
reminding me that magic can be real.