WhirlyQ

So tell me, am I expected when Edward recites some old (and often borderline rude) playground chant to pretend that I haven’t heard it and haven’t recited the same sing-songy, titiallating verse a bradillion times before?

Because he lays these on me - “Mom, listen to this” - and he’s laughing at his own cleverness and brashness and I always feel bad when I tell him that I know that one. “How do you know?” he asks. “Well, honey,” I say. “I was a kid once.”

“Oh.” Then silence. Then “I thought someone just made that up.”

Sorry honey. But I’ll grant you “milk, milk, lemonade” is still a classic.