Out of the Mouth of My Babe....

I love to hear my boys sing. One, of course, is more understandable than the other. Tonight, C was singing some songs/rhymes he learned in school. One caught my attention:

"Mary, Mary, quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells, and taco shells,

And pretty maids all in a row."

So much for those cockle shells!