Same Difference

I ask my 3 year old what she wants to eat,
Each day it is the same,
When it comes to doing things differently,
"Not" is her name.
The same thing each day for breakfast,
For lunch it is the same,
The same clothes day after day,
"Stinky" could be her name.
But she's saved by the laundry,
And planning far ahead,
As she watches the same DVD yet again,
The same pillow under her head.
As adults we seek out new experiences,
To keep us from getting bored,
Whilst children seek out the familiar,
And newness is abhorred.
It's interesting how we change,
As the years flash past,
So, do we protect our infants from change?
Or embrace the fact that nothing lasts?