Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
How I wonder what you are
Uppa Uppa world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
How I wonder what you are!
I'm sure he'll eventually learn that it is up above. I keep trying to emphasize it to him when I am singing, but even to this day I confuse words. Up until like 5 years ago I always thought the weatherman on the news was telling us about the windshield factor. I think it wasn't until I saw it written that I learned they were really telling me about the wind chill factor. I just assumed it was the temperature via the windshield and that they had some device that they would use to measure it. My best friend Deanna and Tyler have always corrected me when I listen to songs on the radio. I always give the lyrics my own special twist. I remember in high school, Jessica corrected me quite a few times as well. I guess creating your own words is an inherited disease!
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Making up your own words is an inherited disease. In your case, you inherited it from you mom. I used to say, want a pigga-back ride, and I also put the baby in the hot chair. The first is obvious, the second is high chair. In our case, however, it is most probably due to the southern accent. Hot chair without the T sounds exactly like a true southerner would say high chair.
I got a real hoot out of this one. Your dad asked what I was laughing at as he was cooking my shrimp.
love ya,
mom
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