Tonight while I was making dinner, #5 repeatedly expressed how hungry he was and that he couldn't wait any longer to eat. I gave him a banana, but five minutes later he was back at my side.
#5: Mom, I'm really hungry, so I can't help that I'm going to starting rhyming.
My thoughts: (Huh? Oh! He's heard us talk about how kids get whiny when they're hungry, but he thought we said kids get rhymy.)
#5: Truck, luck, duck. The duck in the truck had luck.
Then he did a little dance in place in the kitchen, obviously in a much better mood.
#5: That's silly, huh? 'Cause those words all rhyme.
And then under his breath: Truck, luck, duck, f***. Those all rhyme!
Me: Wow! Yes they do!
BTW, hearing swear words out of the innocent mouth of a five-year-old is just funny!