For some time now, BJ has delighted in rhyming games of one sort and another. Usually, it's just listing words that rhyme. But this week, he added a humorous twist, all on his own. We were driving in the van (already, so many of our memorable interactions happen while driving!) and here's how the conversation went:
BJ: "Cat rhymes with mat!"
me: "And sat!"
BJ: "Bat! Rat!"
me: "Pitta-pat! Tit for Tat!"
BJ: (laughing) "Shat!"
me: (chuckling and wondering if I should say anything about his inadvertent cursing... just as I'm deciding to let it slide, BJ interrupts with: "TACO!")
He knew he was being funny, and it was so totally unexpected -- on top of the humor in his accidental profanity -- that I just about peed myself laughing. "That doesn't rhyme!" I said
He then went on: "Socks-O!" (The name of our cat, modified.)
Impressed, I replied, "Box-O!"
He started giggling. "Butchie-O!" (The name of our other cat, modified.) "That doesn't rhyme!" he then informed me as he brayed with laughter. (He still has echoes of his early, donkey-bray laugh sometimes. Usually when he's most tickled by something. Naturally, I find it hugely endearing.)
So for the past few days, he's been wanting to replay this joke. Out of nowhere, he'll shout out, "Butchie-O!" Or "Taco!"
And I'm supposed to say, with mock-exasperation, "That doesn't rhyme!"