My dad has long made up words for old songs. The “Oh Christmas Tree” song with a line in there about green teeth instead of a green tree comes to mind from my growing up years.
Not much has changed. As “The weather outside is frightful” got it’s line change yesterday, Ruby was present and listening yesterday. My four year old was singing later something about Grandma’s kiss being delightful. It still has me giggling.
The high for today was -1 degrees. I wouldn’t know firsthand, however. It was a balmy 70 degrees inside the house. I didn’t leave it.
Pierce is getting molars. And I thought he was crabby before.
When Pierce wanted to drink my coffee, I tried to encourage him to stop whining and sign. “More. Coffee. Please.” I had him signing each one, and then encouraged him to try on his own. He made a valiant attempt, and followed it up with “Amen!” both with the sign and a pretty clear shout. He got the coffee.
One dear child has taken to sighing when told to do a job. The others don’t mind a bit though. Said child then had to do the jobs alone. The laundry was folded and put away without assistance from anyone. The others are all encouraging more sighing.
Ruby’s been practicing saying the “ck” sound. It always comes out “t” instead. She’s getting better, but tonight I had her trying to say “kitty”. After giggling at her mispronunciation, Grandpa wisely suggested “cocoa” instead.
