She usually knows but is usually too contrary to tell me. No surprise there. So we make it a game and I give her clues so she can guess.
This morning, she was laying on my bed, looking out at the yard and asked, "Mommy, what rhymes with trees?"
C: Well, let's see. These little things buzz around and can sting you.
N: BEES!
C: Very good. Here's another one -- we do this with our eyes.
N: Roll them!
Ummm, yeah. Rhyme time over.
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HA!
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