Amended nursery rhymes
Tegwyn is at the delightful age of imaginary play and make-up songs. Love it. Love it. Love it.
Here are two offerings from the past 24 hours:
"Baa baa black sheep, have you wool? Yes sir, yes sir, bags full. One 'a master. One 'a dame. One 'a daddy. One a' mommy. One 'a Callum. One 'a Faye. One a' Granny. One a' grampa. One 'a little boy lane." Either it's a woolly sheep, or the bags of wool are pretty small.
(To the tune of Frere Jacques) "Baby brother, baby brother, why you spitting up? Why you spitting up?"
Here are two offerings from the past 24 hours:
"Baa baa black sheep, have you wool? Yes sir, yes sir, bags full. One 'a master. One 'a dame. One 'a daddy. One a' mommy. One 'a Callum. One 'a Faye. One a' Granny. One a' grampa. One 'a little boy lane." Either it's a woolly sheep, or the bags of wool are pretty small.
(To the tune of Frere Jacques) "Baby brother, baby brother, why you spitting up? Why you spitting up?"
posted by Bronwyn at 9:30 am
1 Comments:
Cuuuute! Robin's latest is "Mary had a little ... Spiderman! His fleece was white as .. black!" Then lots of giggles to himself. LOVE your little boy's name BTW. xxx
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