We have a nice set of picture cards that we can use to play Memory with the kids. (They also came with Bingo cards, but just try to keep a 5-year-old and 3-year-old focused on a game of Bingo until the bitter end. Go ahead. I dare you.)
These cards are large and have pretty drawings. I like them…with one horrifyingly painful exception. I try to ignore it, but every time I clean up the cards, this one card taunts me. I’m actually contemplating removing the pair from the deck because I can’t cope with it.
Yeah, I have issues. Still, take a gander and tell me what you think.
Name that flower:
Pretty flower! It’s pink and white, and so very lovely! What could possibly be wrong with such a flower?
Only one thing, really, but it’s oh-so-important:
No. Just…no. I even covered up the word on the card and asked Car what flower it was. His reply: “Um, tulip?”
It’s like they do these things just to mess with me.
As I continued my rant, Car interrupted with, “Well, roses are red…”
“But it’s not even red! It’s pink!”
That’s when I realized the time had come to write the best “Roses are Red” poem known to man.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Admit that’s a tulip
Or I will cut you.
*Update: It’s the next morning and I’m fixing a grammatical error. Who let me write a threatening “Roses are red” poem late at night?
**Went a little crazy with the ellipses, didn’t I?
***I just realized my children are frighteningly quiet. No more asterisks. Time to investigate.