Probably you know how to fiddle with baby’s toes to the classic old nursery rhyme, but I like to mix it up. My twist is that I like the middle piggy to eat something different each time. Not that I’m opposed to roast beef. For some reason, I always want to make it Kentucky Fried Chicken – maybe I like the melody of saying that.
Yesterday the middle piggy had a decaf latte.
My kid still knows to be excited at the “wheee whee whee” part, but I think he also likes to see the wheels turning in my head for the surprise entree.