Mama: What rhymes with day?
Charlotte: [after some other rhymes] Tay.
Mama: Tay isn't a word, baby.
Charlotte: Yes it is.
Mama: Okay, what does it mean?
Charlotte: "Tay" is like a creature, a tiny bug. A big monster with green fur, and it lives under the sea. A "tay."
She totally does this whenever we do rhyming and she thinks of something that isn't actually a word. The made up words are usually creatures, bugs, monsters. They are tiny, big, with fur, and under the sea. It's great. I love her.
|paper faerie wings|
|my brother's dog, doing the "play bow" to Charlotte|
|Charlotte doing the "play bow" to the dog|
|Museum of Science & Technology, Syracuse NY|
|excavating at the Museum|
|giant Kinex table at the museum|
|Charlotte & her uncle & aunt|