What rhymes with &%$#!

As further proof of her staggering genius, my daughter has learned how to rhyme (and I say that with no sarcasm whatsoever - I legitimately believe that A is very bright). She likes to practice her new skill every chance she gets. You give her a simple word and she'll give you a word that rhymes with it. Cat-hat, chill-spill, and so forth.

Lately, she has been skipping around the house, singing rhyming words as she goes. Most of the words are the sort that actually appear in the dictionary. Some are made-up and silly (I believe I heard her uttering "sprunk" the other day). Some are . . . um, pornographic. Rock rhymes with . . . oh my (starts with a c, in case I lost you there for a second). And truck rhymes with . . . oh no, anything but that. And yet, I've heard them come out of my baby girl's cherubic little mouth. She says them in the same sing-song voice as all the other words, so it's not like she assigns any meaning to them. And while I will admit that I am inclined to spout the occasional "dammit!," I can assure you that I don't bust out the ones she has uttered. Honest! On a side note, she did repeat "dammit" one time, but it turns out she thought I said, "bammit," so that's what she said. I couldn't decide if I should reprimand her for that or not.

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Comments

InWeighOverMyHead said…
I hate to laugh, but... hahahaha~ :) That is too funny. :)
April 13, 2009 at 6:56 PM
Mary said…
Oh crack me up will ya?!?!? ;)
April 13, 2009 at 10:22 PM
Steph K said…
Bwaaaahahahahahahahahahaha!

I can't wait until she starts rhyming at school! Be sure to post on that one.
April 14, 2009 at 12:58 PM
Tracy said…
Hahaha! I feel your pain! Aubrey likes to rhyme while we are driving and yesterday pipes up with "Door rhymes with whore!" I about wrecked the car!
April 15, 2009 at 7:13 AM
Mandy said…
I am laughing pretty good right now! :) My girls are also all into the rhyming, but so far I haven't hear any swear words (knock on wood!).

Thanks for sharing!!
April 15, 2009 at 11:31 AM
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