When I was young I loved Cinder Rogers.
What? You never heard of that show?
You know, the one with the guy who walks in singing, takes off his suit coat, puts on a sweater and sneakers and sings, "Won't you be my neighbor"?
I think the rest of the world called him Mister Rogers. The speedy delivery, picture picture, and the pesky Trolly guy. That's the one. For some reason, I got it into my head his name was Cinder Rogers and no matter what others told me, I still called him that.
Aren't kids great that way. They don't know as many words as we do and so are stuck with working things out phonetically, whether it makes sense of not.
Like the other day, I was kissing my kids all over their faces. This makes them giggle, which makes me want to do it more.
My 4 year old looks at me and says, "Kiss me anywhere but not in the forkhead."
Huh? Forkhead?
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