Dessert with The Mrs.

The Mrs.: "HannahC, I'm going to teach you a little rhyme that every American schoolchild learns."

The Mrs.: "Beans, beans, they're good for the heart. The more you eat, the more you ...?"

HannahC: "Get full?"

The Mrs.: "No. It's like a poem. It's supposed to rhyme. OK. Beans, beans, they're good for the heart. The more you eat, the more you...?"

HannahC: "Fatten up?"

The Mrs.: "No. It's supposed to rhyme. Rhyme. Weight doesn't rhyme with heart."

Me, CherkyB: "Are you sure this is something you want to be teaching her?"

The Mrs.: "It's something every schoolchild needs to learn."

Me, CherkyB: "But she's not supposed to be learning it from her mother. Is this the kind of language you want to teach her?"

The Mrs.: "Oh pshaw."

So I wandered off for a while. When I came back, I heard little HannahC saying, "But Momma, is 'fart' the kind of word we should be using?"

The Mrs.: "Beans, beans, the magical fruit. The more you eat the more you...?"