Havana sat down on the sofa and read her book outloud to us. It was a combination of words, and sounds that could be words in a toddlers head. Sometimes the wordsounds were looped together poetry-like and sometimes clumsily piecemealed into sentances apparent.
Then Havana looked up from her book at her audienced parents. "Zip your lips!" Havana quietly commanded, adding, "Throw away the Key!" And then with an appropriate pause for full emphasis she raised her finger, "And listen to me!"
This re-enactment was our first exposure to life inside Havana's story time at her pre-school. We figured it was some kind of outside influence, as she topped her lesson with the hilarious, yet utterly serious, "I've told you 5 times!"
Those poor bloody pre-school teachers.
