I think I spend 95% of my day singing to Faye. 92% of those songs are completely made up and are pretty much a narrative of what is happening at the moment.

Claire (another August 2014 mom) was awesome enough to introduce this great British children’s song to the rest of us at our first Montessori-esque meetup last week and both my husband and I can’t get it out of our heads. We also can’t stop singing it with an English accent, but that’s another issue entirely.

One, two, three, four, five

I once caught a fish alive.

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten

Then I threw him back again.

Why did you let him go?

Because he bit my finger so.

Which finger did he bite?

This little finger on my right.