Piggy... Market

That's all we hear from Tess lately.  She loves nursery rhymes and songs and apparently has no sensory issues with feet.  Whenever there is a lull in the action around here she will announce to whomever is nearest, "Piggy!  Market!"   With foot in air she expects someone to come through for her.  If you pause in between verses she will nod in agreement, "Yeah, rose beef.  Yeah, none..." 

It is almost funnier when she snags a little boy.  They have come up with some innovative verses to replace those they forget.  "This little piggy went to Walmart.......  this little piggy ate some stuff....."  Gotta love 'em.

This is about all I can wrap my stuffy head around this week.  A cold is moving through the house and I am waging war as valiantly as I can.  Mostly winning but feeling much like a truck hit me.  I apologize for not answering mail in a timely fashion.  

Comments

[Barb]

Too cute, one of mine used to call it "roast beast".....

[Susan L]

Well, I'm glad you could wrap your stuffy head around this, becuase it's precious! I love the boys' version of this-- how typical, and how funny! My son also would have done just that. Sweet photo!

And I hope you're feeling much, much better by now. A nasty cold thing went around here, too-- all around me, everyone spreading germs and coughing directly at and on me, it seemed-- and I was spared! Yippee. Thank the Lord. And not to rub it in to you or anything... :-D

Susan