This child is obsessed with rhyming. All day long, he asks "does tree rhyme with pea?" "Does soap rhyme with bope?" (we get lots of non-words at this point.) We did have a little trouble when he was rhyming with all the family names and he called Mitchell "Mitch." You can probably guess where that one went. I'm always a little worried when he rhymes with duck or truck. :)
Last night, he snuck downstairs long after I had put him to bed. I called him over and asked what the matter was. He replied "I hurt my head...when I fell off my bed.
This morning I was in a hurry to take McKelle to school and hadn't folded the boys' laundry basket yet. I grabbed two socks which didn't match and just threw them on Mason as I rushed to get out the door. When we got back home, he took off his shoes and came and presented his feet with a perplexed look on his face. "Hey Mom, my socks don't rhyme."
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Posted by ArlaMo at 2:23 PM