While watching his brothers in swimming lessons this week, Brody and I were sitting in a reclining beach chair at the pool, barefoot. I took his toes in my fingers and recited the nursery rhyme.
This little piggy went to market.
This little piggy stayed home.
This little piggy had roast beef.
This little piggy had none.
And this little piggy went 'wee, wee, wee' all the way home.
After I finished he recited it his own way.
This big daddy piggy went to farmers' market.
This mommy piggy stayed home.
This piggy had hot dogs.
This piggy had roast beef.
And this piggy had nuts.
He now insists that I only say it his way from now on.