I have finally passed on "horsie" duty to my older kids. I can't tell you how nice it is to NOT be the pregnant horse who isn't going fast enough.
Rub-a-dub-dub

Three (girls) in a tub,
And how do you think they got there?
The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker,
They all jumped out of a rotten potato,
'Twas enough to make a fish stare.
I read this nursery rhyme for the first time in a long time and couldn't help thinking "A rotten potato? Really? Is that how is supposed to end? I can't remember." I'm sure it is - I was reading from the same book I read to Austin & Nyah from years ago, but for some reason I just don't remember the rotten potato.
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