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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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The ones we recite from memory are "James James" (which I think is really called "Disobedience"), "Busy" (obviously), the one about Alexander beetle (which we change to "Alexandra beetle," just because), and the one about "Christopher Robin had sneezles and wheezles."

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.