Language, part II

Lizzy and I went to the "pumpkin patch" today, on a field trip with her day care. It's actually a petting zoo in Maryland with a hay ride (sit on bales of hay in back of a tractor, ride around a bumpy course with zero other amusement factor -- just makes you long for Cox Farms) and a few piles of little imported pumpkins to pick through and take home. Or, if you're Lizzy, fling to the ground and play soccer with, or line up in long straight rows, even though you're only supposed to take one each.

It was fine. Rather un-noteworthy. Bizarrely nice and sunny for Nov. 1st. Though the light was too harsh for good photos... just as well. After Lily and John, she has to be one of the most ridiculously over-photographed kids in history. (and Lily and John's photos are much better.) NOT that I'm keeping track. :)

We rode in the day care van with a bunch of other kids and teachers -- I didn't even know they MADE 15-passenger vans! Lizzy was hoppin' in the back, between me and her little friend Jack. Who started off the trip by attempting to teach her a new song:

Jack was trying to teach her the colorful variation on "Jingle Bells." Which went like this: “Jingle Bells, Batman Smells, Robin Laid Away..." And in fact, that is all. The batmobile apparently retained all its wheels. No word on whether the Joker got away.
Jack also didn’t realize that Robin laid an egg. Which, of course, is the whole point to the humor … Kids. Heh. He says he got the rhyme from Madagascar. The movie, I assume.
Lizzy kept trying to repeat it, but kept messing it up in the most comical ways. She would sing, “Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way,” and Jack would say, “No! You have to say BATMAN SMELLS.” So she would say, “Batman smells, Batman smells…” and he would say, “NO!” (repeat 50 times, with slight variations)

Photos of this and various other outings to be posted, as soon as I get a chance to sit down at home and actually do it.