Tonight at bedtime, I was curled up beside Adara, tickling her back as we cuddled. She giggles, turns her back to me and says "Do Criss Cross" and like a bolt of lightning it comes back "Criss, Cross, applesauce, spiders crawling up your back". Except that I can't remember the rest, help anyone?
I think it's crazy that my two year old is already gathering this childhood bank of rhymes and stories.
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Criss, cross. Apple sauce.
Spiders climbing up your back.
Spiders here, Spiders there.
Spiders even in your hair.
Cool breeze,
Tight squeeze,
And now you have the shivers.
Brrrrrrr.
from Wikipedia, bien sur
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