Sword, Sword, Sword, Sword
Asher has been very musical today—well, he’s been musical a lot lately. He sang a song about mooshy, mooshy zombies over his oatmeal this morning. Ian jotted it down.
“I don’t like no (mooshy, mooshy),
No I don’t like no (mooshy, mooshy),
I don’t like no mooshy, mooshy zombies!!!”
As Asher and I walked to school today in unseasonably chilly weather, he was on a hunt for a good, stout stick to carry. I steered him away from the sticks lying beneath the neighbor’s oleander trees and we found a perfect one about a block down the road. It’s got a gentle curve and two small branches near one end that look quite a lot like the hilt of a sword. Eureka!
(Now you have to imagine that all *s below are little tongue clicks.)
“I’ve got a sword!
I’ve got a good sword! * * *
It’s really, really big!
It’s got a sharp, pointy end! * * *
I like my sword!!!
I like to fight. I am strong.
I like to fight bad guys! * * *
I like to fight bad guys! * * *
Bad guys are BAD!
I fight them with my SWORD! * * *
I am a GOOD GUY!
I FIGHT THE BAD GUYS!
Sword, sword, sword, sword.
Sharp, sharp, sharp, sharp.
* * * * “
May 24, 2010 at 10:47 am
I love those songs! My four year old daughter would especially appreciate the sword song.
May 25, 2010 at 6:59 pm
Three- and four-year-olds are so delightfully bold, don’t you think? Thanks for stopping by!