Shake it, baby, shake it.

We went to story time at our local library today.  They did all kinds of songs and games between stories to keep the kids enthused and aware.  One of those games was with a bean bag, which all the kids got one to do the game and sing the song.  Later when we were home, Tornado E found some rattles and handed me one to play the bean bag game, but he called it baggy game.

 

Tornado E: Shake it by your head!

 

I shake.

 

Tornado E: Now shake it by your toes!

 

I shake.

 

Tornado E: Now shake it by your elbow!

 

I shake.

 

Tornado E: Shake it by your wrist!

 

I shake.

 

Tornado E: Shake it by your shoulder!

 

I shake.

 

Tornado E: Now shake it by your knee!

 

I shake.

 

Tornado E: Shake it . . . by . . . the chair!

 

I shake.

 

Tornado E: Shake it by the car!

 

I shake.

 

Tornado E: Shake it by Tornado S!

 

I shake.

 

Tornado E: Shake it at the green chair!

 

I shake.

 

Tornado E: Shake it by the toys!

 

I shake.

 

Tornado E: Shake it by the baby dragon!

 

I shake.

 

Tornado E: Shake it by the faery!

 

I shake.

 

Tornado E: Shake it by the blue chair!

 

I shake.

 

Tornado E: Shake it by your head!

 

I shake.

 

Tornado E: Shake it by your back!

 

I shake.

 

Tornado E: Shake it by your belly!

 

I shake.

 

Tornado E: Now shake it by your penis!

 

I’m laughing rolling on the floor trying to shake the rattle.

 

Tornado E: (giving me that tilted-like-a-dog-confused-by-a-human look) Mommy, you don’t have a penis.  You have a ‘gina!  Shake it by your ‘gina!

 

I laugh harder, but I am pleased that after two dozen discussions over what girls have and what boys have, it finally sunk in.

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