99 Percent

An afternoon of sunshine,
The kids in the backyard,
To coax them back inside
Is, understandably, quite hard.

They’re heading to a party
Which, though crazy, starts at 6.
Exhaustion and a trampoline’s
A combo that won’t mix.

To help my case, I tell them
That their energy won’t last
But they reply, despite the hours
That sapped my own real fast…

“My energy is 99
Percent;” they both agree.
They promise this as if
I would believe this guarantee.

I do my job and bring them in
And give them food and drink.
They curl up on the couch,
I read a book and what I think…

Is that within a mile of driving,
Daddy will not hear a peep
For my grandkids will be 99
Percent, I’m sure, asleep.