Nursery rhymes are a gas

Each year our kindergarten classes have a "Nursery Rhyme Parade" around Halloween.  The kids come to school dressed as their favorite nursery rhyme character and then the class/es walk around the campus visiting all the other classes and they recite a rhyme or two in the other classrooms. 

It's quite a little event.  The children are encouraged to use their imaginations, and make their 'costume'. 

Audrey picked "Little Miss Muffet."  We've been practicing her rhyme, and she's wearing a little dress and carrying a little basket with her spider in it.  I figure that'll do, as a tuffet might be too awkward to carry.

I hear her off and on all the time, "Lit-tle Miss Muf-fet sits on her tuf-fet..."

Yesterday afternoon, as we were trying her dress on, she started up:  "Lit-tle Miss Muf-fet"  --pause---

"farts on her tuf-fet."  --exploding gale of laughter

That's gonna go over well with the kids, I thought, as I laughed along with her.

Mr W heard us laughing and gave me that quizzical "what's up" look.  I told him, and she recited her version for him again.

He smiled and pointed his finger squarely at me:  "That's you.  That's your kid." 

I opened my eyes wide in mock innocence, "And I made her all by myself, too..."