Chipper chilly children cheerfully chant.
Sunday Santa sang silly songs.
Eleven elves lick eleven little licorice lollipops.
Comet cuddles cute Christmas kittens carefully.
Two trains travel together to toyland.
Santa's sack sags slightly.
Ten tiny trains toot ten times.
This was the family activity at bedtime. There were more - OH so many more but you get the jist. My nine year old looks at his daddy with a glassy eyed expression and his mouth open, cocks his head and says, "Dad, what the heck are chilly children?" His Dad looks at him and cocks his own head right back, perplexed.
"Well," says Dad. "My guess is they're kids that are slightly cold, son." This takes a moment to sink in.
A light slllllooooooowly comes on. The elevator slowly goes up to the top floor. My son giggles at his own statement, then the giggle becomes a bellysnort which travels to his cheeks and shoulders simultaneously, his cheeks turning into tight, shiny apples and his shoulders shaking uncontrollably. "I thought it meant Chili Children. Like Soup Children or Chowder Children."
Boys. When do they ever stop relating everything to food?