Motherhood does some funny things to your brain cells. For instance, here is the version of "This Little Piggy" that I have so sweetly been reciting to Emmeline recently:
This little piggy went to market.
This little piggy had none.
This little piggy had roast beef.
This little piggy had none.
And this little piggy went wee, wee, wee--all the way home.
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Sometimes piggies drink lots of water...sometimes they can't hold it...don't judge the little piggy.
You know, it took me a couple of reads before I figured out where you went wrong with this rhyme. I doubt Emmie will mind.
Haha. I think that little piggy was a baby piggy and like Josh said shouldn't be judged. :-)
I'm up late at night, having contractions (which has happened every night for a week), and it took me probably 10 read-throughs to figure out what was wrong.
I'm pretty sure Emmie won't mind. *grin*
Yeah, I still don't get it...this third-trimester brain is failing me. It can't be that bad, right?
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