Yesterday morning Owen hopped in my bed and invented a rhyming game. "Hey Mom! 'Go' rhymes with 'Snow'! Now you do one."Ok... 'bed' rhymes with 'head.'
"It's 1-1! My turn. 'Pillow' rhymes with 'zillow.' 2-1. I'm winning! We can play to 5."
How am I going to keep up with this kid? He can rhyme like a fiend, he can design a game that's reasonably fun, and he can ALWAYS arrange it so he'll win. He and Sam make each other crazy because they both want to win at everything: basketball, running races, getting through the front door, eating...
What are they? Boys?
2 comments:
poem....and he is freakin adorable...GO OWEN
Love the photo! He sounds like a character! Darling.
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