One blue-sky Sunday, during a drive in the country, we tried to teach Litte Rat to rhyme.
Listen to this, said dad. Cat. Bat. Hat. Flat. Do you hear that?
Fat Matt, said Little Rat.
I'll hit you with a bat! answered Matt.
That's right but don't fight, said Mom
Great! said Kate.
Can you rhyme like this? If you're name is Andy, you can eat candy.
If you're like Dad, then you drive bad, said Meg.
If you're like Meg, you must want a broken leg, said Dad.
No problem, said Little Rat. He thinks for a minute.
If you're not going to rhyme, don't waste our time, said Matt.
Ok. Ok. Ok. I've got it, Little Rat paused, then scratched his head and finally said If you want to be a warm guy, you've got to sit in a warm seat.
4 comments:
That is hysterical!
i always knew peter was somewhat of a genius...
You are too funny.
And I'd love to take a trip. You should hop up to Boston for a weekend sometime, too. Hope you're having a great summer.
i miss the blogging.
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