"Absolutely! That would be fun," I say, impressed that she considers our recent word-building endeavor a game. "What do we need?"
"The at bat hat book and the immobile alphabet," she says, and scurries off to find them.
There's a funny mental image. It must be wheelchair day at the double A baseball game! I'm putting on my rally cap for this at bat.
Her "immobile alphabet" is really the classic teaching movable alphabet. Maybe writer's block is just a bad case of immobilized alphabet...
"Can I play, too? I played yesterday!," a second girl asks. She's a bit older, and can think of sat fat rat. Of course she may join us.Speaking of fat rats and immobile alphabets, my Cingular cellphone service recently changed to "AT&T Mobility". What a silly name! The word mobility doesn't inspire thoughts of untethered phoning freedom. It instantly conjures its opposite, immobility. Oh, great. I've got a cellphone that needs a ramp, and I'm paying how much a month?!
Back with the rhyming preK girls, we play the "game" with at, it, ox, ig, og, ug. I'm delighted when they put their consonant heads together to figure out twig. Sure, they have some ideas that don't make words. The best is vog. "You know, Ms. Nancy, vog, when you can't see anything!" That vould be a Transylvanian fog.
Why am I wearing my at bat hat rally cap on this voggy day? CollageMama is celebrating in the dugout on the twenty-first birthday of her youngest son. Pour that nice ice lime rhyme cooler of Gatorade on her head!
Put the rhyme in the coconut, shake it all up. Put the rhyme in the coconut, call the doctor, wake him up.
© 2008 Nancy L. Ruder
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