October 18, 2010

Twisted

In our 2+ years of parenting, we've gotten a but creative with things. This includes: getting PK to eat, to fixing toys, making diapers for dolls out of bibs, and my all-time favorite, messing up songs or nursery rhymes. Here's a sample:

Frère Jacques
Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques,
Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
Something in French,
Something in French,
Din din don
Din din don

For the record, this little gem is the hubby's handiwork. He sucks at French. He also doesn't know the words to "Frère Jacques", so that's how he sang it to PK. And now, that's how she sings it back. I find it hilarious.

This Little Piggy
This little piggy went to market.
This little piggy stayed home.
This little piggy had roast beef.
And this little piggy had none, because she was afraid of mad cow disease.
And this little piggy cried "Wheeeeee," all the way home.

Another variation is:
This little piggy had none because she was a vegetarian who tried to impose her views on everyone.

Yes, the above is totally politically-incorrect, but if you're a carnivore and have been around annoying, self-righteous vegetarians, you know exactly what I'm talking about, so shush!

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