Parenting is a constant education for me.
Ava does almost everything at the top of her lungs. Yesterday we tried to figure out where this little chant was coming from as she marched through the house. Go ahead, say it out loud, in a marching rhyme. Imagine it in the cadence of a two-year old. This is what we heard:
"Eatin' peanut BUTtuh, kissin' your CHUDda."
Kissing your what did she say?
She said it over and over and over again. Finally we asked where she learned it. A neighbor girl apparently taught the kids the new ending to an old elementary-school incantation.
Mister Tiger Missus Tiger sittin' in a tree.
K-i-s-s-i-n-g.
First comes love, then comes marriage.
Then comes the baby in the baby carriage.
Eating peanut butter, kissing each other.
Oh....kissing each OTHer.
Whew.
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