I have only a moment before turning back into Soccer Mom to jot down this conversation.
During our snuggles-in-bed yesterday morning, somehow I got to singing “Yankee Doodle.” I think it was because JediBoy was on my lap and I was bouncing him, so I sang through “Trot, Trot to Boston Town” and “Father and Mother and Uncle John” and I was trying to think of other horse songs. So here I am singing “Yankee Doodle,” and I get to the line
stuck a feather in his cap and called it macaroni
and for the first time, JediBoy pulled the line out of the song and realized it doesn’t make sense to him. He asked me, “What does that mean?” and I answered his question with more questions, you know - What do you think it means? Why would somebody say that? etc. His solution?
It must be poetry. That rhymes.
And with a satisfied nod, he left that subject behind and rolled over to tickle PisecoDad. Obviously, in his mind, poetry doesn’t have to make sense as long as it rhymes. (PisecoSis??)
PisecoDad has been reading him Lewis Carroll poetry at night, starting with Jabberwocky and then sampling some others. And Jabberwocky? It doesn’t always make sense, but it does rhyme.
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