When grandmas recite poetry before you are three, the look on your face probably translates as, “What the heck?”
Here we are testing out Edward Lear’s “The Owl and the Pussycat.”
A week or so ago, Ogden Nash’s “Custard the Dragon” held a certain fascination, but there was ambivalence about the “big, sharp teeth.”
In the spontaneous-story department, we have been working on variations of “The Three Bears” and are edging up on “The Pig Won’t Jump over the Stile.” Stay tuned.
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This might be my favorite post ever! Look at how intently he is concentrating on what you are saying!!! I love it!
I kn0w. You wonder what is going through his head. He seems not only trying to understand the story with all the big words (“shilling,” “runcible spoon”), but trying to figure out why Grandma is talking in that odd way that isn’t really singing or normal conversation.
Yes, my favorite post ever too. What wonderful pictures!
Thanks! Photo credit to John the Younger. 🙂