At the Boise house, we learned nursery rhymes that were unique to our family....
Unique to Neta, our Mother.....
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
she had so many children she didn't know what to do.
She went upstairs to ring the bell,
let a big fart and down she fell.....
When Jay and I had kids it was only natural for me to want to pass them down to our three sons.
One day I was reciting a colorful nursery rhyme to our youngest son, when Nate our oldest son told me he had been asked to quote a nursery rhyme in kindergarten. He quoted a Neta rhyme thinking that's how they were suppose to be.
His teacher had a surprise, and so did he when he learned the correct poem.
I guess if we are going to have traditions we should take the time to explain why they are tradition lol:-))