
Where the watermelon grow
Back to my home
I dare not go
For if I do
My mother would say...
"Have you ever seen a..."
and then you say something funny that rhymes, like... "a tree growing a knee?" Extra points for using poo & pee of course, as these words are always a hit with the wee ones.
Down by the bay!
Yesterday Eleanor and I sang about twelve verses of this song and laughed our heads off. Then on round thirteen she interrupts me to say, "Don't sing Kimmie."
"Why not? Why can't I sing?" I

whine.
"Because you're too...."

"Don't say it!!!" I shout before she can say I'm too old!
"Be cause you're too GIANT!" She laughs.
And laughs.

And laughs.
I guess that's a little better than being too old, isn't it?
Or is it?
Regardless, aren't these gals adorable???? They make me wish I had a sister!