Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Merry Christmas, Little Pigs, little pigs

Merry Christmas everyone!

Right now 3 year old M and I are playing in a fort we made on the couch. It's not quite large enough for me to fit in (so I may have to stay in the stable).

Also, I think I have some catch up to do either with telling M more stories or working on her listening comprehension, because this is the conversation we keep having:

Me: Knock, knock.

Her: Who is it?

Me: The big bad wolf! Little pig, little pig, let me in.

Her (cheerfully): Okay!

Then the "door" swings open and she lets me in. Tomorrow's lesson: The three little pigs, natural selection and when to open the door.

But for today, it's Christmas! And even the big bad wolf should get invited in sometimes.

Okay, we're on our way out to a big Chinese meal for dinner! Merry Christmas!


  1. When my son was a little bit younger, he used to worry about monsters in his room at night. So we came up with a system for what to do if he found a monster. First, he'd ask if it was a nice monster, or a scary monster. If it was a nice monster, it got to come and have pizza with us. If it was a scary monster, he would bonk it on the head.

    ...And who knows? Maybe the Big Bad Wolf could have been a perfectly good neighbor if he'd only been introduced to sushi.

    1. That's a great way to deal with monsters! My dad told me when I was a kid that most monsters are extremely ticklish, so that was always the threat for monsters around my house.

      later she started telling me that before I came in I would need to eat "some French" so that I wouldn't eat anyone who lived in the house.