He rhymes now too
On Monday I realized that Wyatt can rhyme. Not just recognize a rhyme and giggle, but actually make one up himself. We were laying in The Big Bed, as our king-size bed has become known, and I was singing "This Old Man" to him -- it's one of my few songs that does not immediately get nixed with "difent song peas." I successfully got through the verse ". . . he played three, he played nick-nack on my knee" when Wyatt piped up and said, "next to me. three." I stopped and said, sure, I can sing three with "next to me" instead of "knee." So I backtracked and sang from three again.
As soon as I'd made it through five, which is Wyatt's favorite part of the song because I say "behive" instead of just "hive," which sounds funny and changes the cadence of the song . . . he piped up again and said, "one. bum." (We name body parts after the bath, and bum is one of his favorites.) I then proceeded to sing the song again with ". . . he played one, he played nick-nack on my bum," and upon doing so, Wyatt immediately blurted out, "chum." Now he was just screwing with me!
I had not really thought about when a kid learns to rhyme. But apparently it happens around two, and it is quite charming.
As soon as I'd made it through five, which is Wyatt's favorite part of the song because I say "behive" instead of just "hive," which sounds funny and changes the cadence of the song . . . he piped up again and said, "one. bum." (We name body parts after the bath, and bum is one of his favorites.) I then proceeded to sing the song again with ". . . he played one, he played nick-nack on my bum," and upon doing so, Wyatt immediately blurted out, "chum." Now he was just screwing with me!
I had not really thought about when a kid learns to rhyme. But apparently it happens around two, and it is quite charming.
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