Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Little Bo Peep?

Conversation with S at the lunchtable:

S: "Little girl pink, come blow your horn.
Wait, wait a second. (Waving her hands for pause.)
That's not right. (Drumming her little fingers on the table, in thought.)
Little boy peep, come blow your . . .
Wait. That's not right either. (I could see her focused so intently on those words, trying to hash them out in her mind.)
Little girl pete, she lost her sheep!
That's it, right Mommy?"

I looked at her eager face, so desperate to get this right and didn't have the heart to say it wasn't.

Me: "Yep! Let's say it together now, S. Ok - Little girl pete, she lost her sheep and doesn't know where to find them. Leave them alone and they'll come home, wagging their tails behind them."

Eh. What's the difference?

1 comment:

  1. HOLY CRAP!! Are you okay?? I love how you just threw that in there like it is no big deal.