Hey Diddle Diddle The Cat And The Fiddle

 

Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle. The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, and the dish ran away with the spoon.  When I was young, I always really liked nursery and rhyming verses and stories that were repetitive like this “This Is The House That Jack Built” and “Green Eggs & Ham”.  I think I was always a bit different.  If I am a certain kind of different, I know not what it is.  

I’m sorry to anyone who is subjected to reading my crazy stories.  The thing is, they are not crazy to me because they are just my real stories.  So if people don’t really like or want to read a bunch of crazy stories, they should skedaddle. 

Oh my, I just thought of a story from my experience of caring for babies in daycare.  I took care of a baby whose mother, for whatever reason, was lax in her use of underarm deodorant.  She was a nursing mother.  I recall her baby being dressed in clothing that smelled of her under arm odor.  I don’t know why this is the daycare experience that my head thought of recalling at this moment. 🤷‍♀️ Life is always full of stories.