He's eleven now, but I wrote down things back then that make me laugh. Just had to share a few.
Our son is learning to rhyme. He can barely speak but his vocabulary seems to be growing by the hour.
Today’s rhyming word is duck.
So here we go.
“Oh, duck . . . Oh, ____.”
Yes, that’s right. You guessed correctly. The word begins with an F.
He says it with excitement too because he’s rhyming.
“Oh, duck . . . Oh, ____.” He also pronounces it with such clarity.
I promise, he didn’t hear it from me or his mother.
“Oh, duck . . . Oh, ____.”
How do you stop it?
Our three-year-old son asked his mom, “What are you doing?”
“I’m reading the paper.” She replied.
“Who are all those people?” The inquiring mind asked.
“It’s the obituary.”
“What’s an obit two terry?”
“They are all people who have recently died.”
“Why are they all smiling?”
My wife loved singing our son to sleep. She had a ton of songs she had memorized. I didn’t. When it was my time to put him to bed, I sing the only songs I knew. One of them goes as follows: “Let me tell you ‘bout a man named Jed. A poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed…”
Another one went like this: “Nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana batman.”
And one of my all-time favorites: “It’s a story, of a lovely lady, who was bringing up three very lovely girls…”
Our son is learning to rhyme. He can barely speak but his vocabulary seems to be growing by the hour.
Today’s rhyming word is duck.
So here we go.
“Oh, duck . . . Oh, ____.”
Yes, that’s right. You guessed correctly. The word begins with an F.
He says it with excitement too because he’s rhyming.
“Oh, duck . . . Oh, ____.” He also pronounces it with such clarity.
I promise, he didn’t hear it from me or his mother.
“Oh, duck . . . Oh, ____.”
How do you stop it?
Our three-year-old son asked his mom, “What are you doing?”
“I’m reading the paper.” She replied.
“Who are all those people?” The inquiring mind asked.
“It’s the obituary.”
“What’s an obit two terry?”
“They are all people who have recently died.”
“Why are they all smiling?”
My wife loved singing our son to sleep. She had a ton of songs she had memorized. I didn’t. When it was my time to put him to bed, I sing the only songs I knew. One of them goes as follows: “Let me tell you ‘bout a man named Jed. A poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed…”
Another one went like this: “Nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana batman.”
And one of my all-time favorites: “It’s a story, of a lovely lady, who was bringing up three very lovely girls…”