'Old Mac Donald had a farm
Eeeii Eeeiii oooooo
And on his farm he had some cows
Eeeii Eeeii ooooo
With a Moo Moo here, and a Moo moo there...'
Somehow Old Mac Donald and his animals had found there way into my bath time routine with A, ever since her very first bath. Before she knew her alphabets, numbers or colors, she knew all her animal sounds.
Old Mac Donald's farm became one of her favorite places. Farm animals or not, all lived there happily meowing, woofing, roaring, tweeting, and mooing together.
The other day, while trying to keep A (who is now 3 and a half years old) awake in the car ride home, I showed her the tiger's face at a gas station.
'Roarrr!' she beamed. 'What does a tiger eat Papa?'
'Cows', answered my husband from the driver's seat.
'Noooooo', she started giggling as if it was a joke.
'But it does, baby.' He insisted.
'The cow that says "moooo"?' Her eyes widened in disbelief.
Somehow I had a feeling, she was not ready to understand the food chain yet. My husband got the message too.
'Oh look what a pretty car that is!' I changed the subject.
For now she forgot. For now, all is well at Old Mac Donald's farm.
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5 days ago
That is so funny! My daughter is starting to ask questions of that nature, wanting to know what food certain animals eat. And it's tough to juggle the answers because I know whatever I say will wind up as the newest "fear" in her bedtime stalling routine...
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