The other day I decided to test Rose’s new understanding of rhyme, which she’s learning a lot about in preschool. “Lock! Block! That rhymes, Mama!” she’ll say, much the way I imagine Newton sounded when he discovered gravity.
Just for kicks, I figured I’d test her memory skills and her love of Ella Fitzgerald, whom she now knows a little bit about thanks to the lush, swingy new children’s book Skit-Scat Raggedy Cat: Ella Fitzgerald.
When I heard her humming “Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off,” I jumped in. Our call-and-response went like this:
Mama: “But oh, if we call the whole thing off then we must part/ And oh, if we ever part then – that – might – break – my —
Mama: “Hmm . . . try again — then we must part/ And oh, if we ever part then – that – might – break – my —
Ah, well. Rhyming’s overrated.