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Sweet Pea was in the tub the other night, and since he still cannot be trusted to wash himself very well (he rubs the washcloth over himself lightly for all of 30 seconds and says he’s done) I was there to scrub him down. He was lying on his elbows and started to turn himself over and over like a turkey on a spit, so that I was washing the front, then the back, then the front, then the back, then the front of the boy. This inspired me to sing.
“There were ten in the bed and the little one said roll over, roll over, so they all rolled over and one fell out. There were nine in the bed and the little one said…”
“Why did the little one say that?” Sweet Pea interrupted
“To make one of the others fall out so there would be more room for him,” I replied.
Sweet Pea frowned. “Why did he keep saying that?”
“So more of them would fall out.”
“Then what did he say?”
( Time for a change of management. )
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Sweet Pea was in the tub the other night, and since he still cannot be trusted to wash himself very well (he rubs the washcloth over himself lightly for all of 30 seconds and says he’s done) I was there to scrub him down. He was lying on his elbows and started to turn himself over and over like a turkey on a spit, so that I was washing the front, then the back, then the front, then the back, then the front of the boy. This inspired me to sing.
“There were ten in the bed and the little one said roll over, roll over, so they all rolled over and one fell out. There were nine in the bed and the little one said…”
“Why did the little one say that?” Sweet Pea interrupted
“To make one of the others fall out so there would be more room for him,” I replied.
Sweet Pea frowned. “Why did he keep saying that?”
“So more of them would fall out.”
“Then what did he say?”
( Time for a change of management. )
