Whoa.
Alex just recited poetry to me.
I got the A.A. Milne poetry books for her when she was teeny tiny, and fascinated by rhymes. I wound up memorizing a few of them and reciting them in the car, or wherever else I needed her to be calm and entertained. One of them was "Busy."
For a while now, she's been going around in circles saying "round I go, round I go" - presumably from the poem. But this morning she was circling the rocking chair in our living room, and saying:
Round I go, round and round
Table... nursery.
Then she looked directly at me and said: Tickie please. Doctor. Sneeze. Round and round a go.
Which, being translated, is obviously:
I think I am a Ticket Man who's selling tickets - please.
I think I am a Doctor who is visiting a Sneeze.
Alex just recited poetry to me.
I got the A.A. Milne poetry books for her when she was teeny tiny, and fascinated by rhymes. I wound up memorizing a few of them and reciting them in the car, or wherever else I needed her to be calm and entertained. One of them was "Busy."
For a while now, she's been going around in circles saying "round I go, round I go" - presumably from the poem. But this morning she was circling the rocking chair in our living room, and saying:
Round I go, round and round
Table... nursery.
Then she looked directly at me and said: Tickie please. Doctor. Sneeze. Round and round a go.
Which, being translated, is obviously:
I think I am a Ticket Man who's selling tickets - please.
I think I am a Doctor who is visiting a Sneeze.
Alex just recited poetry to me.
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You da Mom.
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Doctor. Sneeze.
She even kept a meter!
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I used to recite 'half way up the stairs' and we would sit half way up the stairs every other bed time and Suzanne very quickly picked it up. The other night we would be the elephants from Jungle book and i had a majorets batton and we sang the "up two three.." song.
Walking to the shop we would recite "James James Morrison Morrison"
Gosh i miss the joy of having small inquisitive children hanging around my legs. Teenagers don't tend to recite poetry with their mum.
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Sometimes she brings me the book, and I read other ones, but at her age she doesn't have much patience for poems that don't have a very strong meter and rhyme.
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She recites for Emer, not for me.
"Tickie please.
Doctor. Sneeze.
Round and round a go"
is just gorgeous.
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