Wrestling Rather than Rhyming

Instead of the usual stories I've read a hundred times, last night I decided to break out the nursery rhyme book that Jaxon's Granny gave to him. Here is a conversation between Jaxon and I during our first attempt at a bedtime rhyme.


Me: "Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet..."


Jaxon: "Little Miss Muffet?"


Me: Yes. Little Miss Muffet. "Eating her curds and whey."


Jaxon: Curds and hay?


Me: Whey. It's whey not hay silly! "Along came a spider..."


Jaxon: A spider! Ahhhh! Daddy's scared of spiders. Are you Mom?


Me: Only the really big ones! "... and sat down beside her,"


Jaxon: Mom?


Me: Yes Jaxon?!


Jaxon: Do you like sharks?


Me: I'm scared of those! Would you like to finish the rhyme?


Jaxon: Oh, shore! (He pronounces "sure", shore!)


Me: "... and frightened Miss Muffet away!"


Jaxon: Mom?


Me: Yes Jaxon!


Jaxon: Can I go watch wrestling w/ Dad?