Perhaps it’s the 2008 preschool version of that Nirvana song from a long time ago. It’s hard to keep a straight face when your almost four year old son proclaims random things (his baby brother, for one) smell like ‘apple cry.’ What is apple cry, you ask? No idea!
We were having a ‘talk’ the other night following a particular behavioral infraction. ‘Why did you scratch me,’ I asked? ‘Because you had black bugs on your face,’ he offered without missing a beat. ‘I don’t even know what to say to that,’ I replied, stunned, as J unsuccessfully tried to muffle his snorty-laughs in the hallway.
He learned ‘The More We Get Together‘ at preschool this week….but the words aren’t quite right…or maybe he’s customized them? ‘Cuz your friends are your friends and my friends are my friends….the more we get together the happier we’ll be.’ It kind of reminded me of my altered version of that Easter hymn. To my own great amusement, I used to sing: ‘when I fall on my face with my knees to the rising sun.’ The mental picture caused me to chuckle each year. (Yes, I was in high school.)