This has always been a pretty special time around these parts because Mr. P. has always had quite a penchant for language.
Last year, he composed poems throughout the month that we taped up to the wall (we never took them down.) He has memorized them all and loves to recite them.
My favorite from the collection, the cryptic "The Call of the Tongue: Yellow, Yellow"
Yellow tongue in ear.
Pink, squishy tongue.
Cheetah ate tongue for dinner.
Hm...hard to say what was going on here, but there you have it!
I'm going to aim to post more about the poems we're writing and the poems we're reading throughout the month! Stay tuned!