We're back home now, jiggity jig. My Mom says that, I have no idea where it comes from.
Benjamin has no recollection of this house... sometimes he gets this look on his face as if he is remembering something about a toy or the outside, but he most definitely does NOT remember the planes. The returning look of sheer terror every time one goes over our house is my affirmation that he does not remember, nor does he care for it one little bit. Oh well, at least I don't have to go to the toy store for a while. Everything is shiny as a new penny around here to him. Lucky me!
18 years, a letter to Fred
9 years ago
3 comments:
I know you are glad to be home, even though you have to endure the planes. :)
Btw, jiggity jig is from a nursery rhyme by Mother Goose.
"To market, to market to buy a fat pig;
Home again, home again jiggity jig.
To market, to market to buy a fat hog;
Home again, home again jiggity jog."
Sophisticated rhyming is what that is. :)
That's awesome. :) Always nice to be educated, thanks.
Oh! Leave it to Raven to know the scoop :)
Just think, I was giving the credit to my own Mama...oh well...she must have at least known the nursery rhyme.
Now that means I'll repeat the entire verse :)
Thanks Raven!
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