Today before lunch I was teaching my little bird the song, "John Jacob Jingle Heimer Smith" and, thinking she was just enjoying listening to it and not wanting to sing it, I stopped when Daddy rang the lunch bell. We said our prayers and started eating when all of a sudden she stops chewing and yells, "Jingle Spider Spit!" I looked at her and just grinned before laughing out the explanation to Daddy bird, now she's tromping around the rest of the day singing John Jacob Jingle Spider Spit. So cute!
Another cute thing?
We were eating watermelon the other night and she tells me, "Mom, this is soooo good, it's delicious, you've got to try it, you're going to hate it!" Huh? I asked why I'd hate it and she innocently looks up at me and asks, "What means, 'hate'?" I told her what it meant and she changed her mind quickly, saying, "You're going to love it, you won't hate it."
Sometimes the English language can be hard to grasp, especially at the tender age of 3 1/2.