I'm not sure where my kids are getting their cultural information, but Bean very confidently asserts some "facts" that are questionable, at best. Take, for instance, Bean's baby doll. Today, she called me by my first name, told me she was my new neighbor, and introduced me to her doll: "This is baby Molly. We call her 'Taco.' That's French for Molly."
Meanwhile, Cakes has found a new favorite book. It's a lift-a-flap book of nursery rhymes and nursery songs. She has all the poems and songs memorized ... kind of. All morning, she's been singing "Row, Row, Row Your Boat":
Row, row, row your boat
Gently, if you can
Maily, maily, maily, maily
Like a butt of dream.
She also takes great delight in reciting "Hey, Diddle, Diddle":
Hey, diddle, diddle
The cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon
The little dog laughed
To have such fun
And the dish and the spoon ran away.
And, finally, I'm not sure how accurate Tanya was in answering my question about the ice balls; however, she was the only one who even hazarded a guess. So, the coffee-holic over at In the Dailies gets the $5 Starbucks gift card!!!
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I love it! Ellie does that with songs, too. She know the jist of what it says, but can't remember the order of the words ... even what they are sometimes. It's like phonetic singing without comprehension. :)
And Zach has his rules. He doesn't eat broccoli on Wednesdays because broccoli is green and he only eats green things on Saturdays. Or (my personal favorite) he only loves God on Tuesdays and Thursdays because those are the only days he likes things that start with the letter 'G'. All other days he "hates" anything that starts with 'G'.
Oh, and YIPPEE about the coffee!! :)
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