Our boys are a little bit left of centre. The multi colored crayons in the box of life. I don't know where they get it from...
Tonight at the dinner table our toddler shared his version of Baa Baa Black Sheep. In Cyrus' version there are no sheep mentioned whatsoever. Whether these sheep produce black wool or not, we can't say for sure. Cyrus leaves that part out. It's extra detail. Apparently. We are also unsure if the sheep visit the master the dame or the little boy down the lane. These details are also omitted. What we can confirm is that these sheep sing. Yep. They sing. At the top of his little off key voice Cyrus belted out, "Baa baa, Baa baa. Ho ho ho dee daa. Da da dee da, three bags ool. One da da da dee da two da da deeeeee.... " And then the song repeated.
The Baa Baa's sing a little ditty! Brilliant. Much better than producing wool for nameless masters, dames and little boys. Nasty business that wool producing. Far better to be a singin' Baa Baa.
You might wonder where I am going with this post. But I am going somewhere....
See Cyrus' song got me thinking about what I do when I'm writing and I just can't find the word I want to use. Cyrus has never been one to let words get in the way of telling a story or asking for something he wants. He invents his own language all the time. And he is quite comfortable singing Baa Baa Black Sheep minus the black and the sheep if he doesn't remember those words either.
I do the same when I write. I sing on. I keep going. I write the word, 'something' in the middle of the sentence and then highlight it so I can come back to it later. I don't want to stop the flow of several perfectly good sentences that are backing up and banging into each other behind that one stuck word. Later when I come back to these highlighted 'somethings' the word I want is sitting there twiddling its thumbs saying, 'What took you so long? I've been here for ages."
What about you? Any tricks you pull when words get stuck?
Any singing Baa Baas at your house?
PS- Matt (husband) is responsible for the creative dinner (pictured above). Yeah, I wonder where our boys get their singing Baa Baas from?
PSS- I will announce the winner of KM Weiland's book tomorrow :)