Actually, it’s more like:
sfrieh, toooooo, osiensne ……. bpzazzlfpwawww!!!
We were treated to this repeatedly on Thursday evening. Based on the tapping of thumbs to fingers, we concluded that were was some counting [though we were quite convinced it was 1, 2, 3 vs. 3, 2, 1 … and I suspect that sometimes it is] and due to the arms raised triumphantly at the grand finale we thought perhaps that daycare had been showing superbowl reruns and learning to call the kicks.
Smart us that we are, we decided I should ask at day care drop off on Friday morning.
Fortunately, there is a little song sung that ends with 3, 2, 1 …. blastoff!. That, at least, saves us from questioning her ability to channel cheerleading accountants and allows us to play along without looking like idiots.
I mean, like, god, mom and dad can’t even get the last line of one song right??
Maybe we should as for the rest of the lyrics…
Julie at mothergoosemouse is having a little boy and the world has united to help inform her of the perils and wish her well. Sadly, having only a little girl, I have no words of boy wisdom to impart, but there are lots who do. So go have a read, have a laugh and leave your congrats!