Rhyme Shmyme

Tate is into rhyming words. Really into them. He will just walk into the room and say, "Dog...log...bog", out of the blue. We don't even have to be talking about any of those things.

Many a shower of mine has been interrupted with him bursting into the bathroom to share yet another set of rhyming words he's come up with. "Mommy! Hand and band rhyme!".

He does try to insert words that aren't really words, however. Which I let him get away with at first, just to get down the concept of rhyming. But since he's getting ready to start Kindergarten, I figured it was probably time to fine tune his thought processes a little bit. Such as pointing out things that aren't actual words.

Last night at bedtime we were snuggling in his bed for a few minutes. He was on one of his rhyming kicks. "Water...glotter", he said.

"Well, those do rhyme Tate, but glotter isn't a word. What else rhymes with water?" I probed him.

He offered blotter. Which is a real word. But I suspect was a lucky guess on his part.

He then touched his little nose with his finger and said, "Nose...bose", with a big grin on his face.

Knowing full well that he was not aware of the high end speaker system with the same name, I just said, "Tate, bose isn't a word", trying to get him to think of another one.

His eyebrows furrowed together confused and he grabbed a little piece of his hair and said, "Yeah, don't Reese and Drue wear a bow in their hair?".

Perhaps I'm the one who needs her thought processes fine tuned...