A Dangerous Game
We may have to cross Harvard off the list of future colleges! My four year old has taken rhyming to new heights. She jumped on the bed Wednesday morning. “Mom, what rhymes with head?”
“Right. That’s super,” I say.
She slides onto the rug next to the bed. “Rug? What rhymes with rug, Mommy?” She spits out her own answer. I nod. Okay, sure kug rhymes with rug? She trots into her bedroom. I drag myself into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Just as the suds in my mouth she pushes the door open. “Mommy, door, what rhymes with door?” I mumble some resemblance of floor? I can see the wheels turning in her head. “Mommy?” Be careful. Rhyming can be dangerous.
Don’t play this game in public.



















