Blue Eggs and ham, and cheese (for Rylee).
Blue Milk.
Blue waffles (with blueberries for me).
We started by singing the end of the Cougar fight song... "Goooooooo Cougars!"
Jayson, not at all sure what was going on, still played along (probably wondering where his real breakfast was).
Last night I tried to convince Jess (who was horrified when she opened the fridge friday night to a gallon of brand new--blue--milk) to play along and join us for breakfast. I begged. I badgered. No go.
As she headed upstairs for bed, I could clearly hear her saying:
"I do not like blue eggs and ham, I do not like them Sean I Am.
I would not eat them with Max Hall, I do not like them, Not at All!
I would not eat them with Steve Young, I will not touch them with my tongue.
I would not eat them with Heisman Ty, Why would you make them, Why, Why, Why?
I would not eat them with John Beck, Why would you make them, Oh My Heck!
I do not like blue eggs and ham, I do not like them Sean I Am"
And as she headed out this morning, I swear I heard:
"I would not eat them here, nor there,
I would not eat them anywhere.
I would not eat them in the MUSS (the crazy, half-sober, U student section),
I would not eat them without a fuss.
I will not eat them in the kitchen,
So Sean I Am, Please quit your (it trailed off as she shut the garage door)."
Go Cougs!!!
3 comments:
Who knew you had such mad rhyming skillz? That said, uh, Go Utes!
Loved the rhyme Sean and your breakfast...truly creative but we have to say...
GO UTAH!!!!
(with that said can we still come for Thanksgiving?)
oh my babe, you do have some mad skills in the rhyming department. Watch out Dr. Seuss. I still can't believe the girls really ate that. DISGUSTING!
you are a cool dad!
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