A recent 'post-bathtime, pre-bedtime' conversation with Jack:
Daddy (while wiggling big toe of Jack's foot): This little piggy went to...
Jack: ...market.
Daddy: And [moving systematically to the next toe, as is the tradition] this little piggy...
Jack: ...stayed at home.
Daddy: This little piggy had...
Jack: ...rose beef. [Giggles]
Daddy (by now, in a mood of parenting induced euphoric bliss, thinking to himself that there is nothing better in life than having kids): And this little piggy had...
Jack: NONE!!!!!!
Daddy: And THIS little piggy.....
Jack (looking pensive, searching for the most appropriate activity that could be occupying this final swine): ...had soup.
Who knows?!
(P.S. While we're on nursery rhymes generally, why was it decided that the closest analogy to something going 'round and round a garden', is a teddy bear? In our house, the only thing that goes round and round the garden is the ant killer.)
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