today my (lacto-ovo) 2-year-old niece put her foot up in the air and asked me to "do piggies!" i said, "piggies! okay!" and got started. i hadn’t played that game in quite awhile, so i didn’t realize until i was already underway that i was headed for awkward.
off i went: this little piggy went to market (i always envisioned a piggy going shopping, and i still prefer to think of it that way), this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy [oh crap! i looked at my (lacto-ovo) sister and said, under my breath, do you say ‘roast beef’? and then forged ahead with:] ate a sandwich [sister said that no, she usually just makes something up–whew!], this little piggy had none, and this little piggy cried wee wee wee wee wee!! all the way home. immediately upon finishing the game, as is her custom, she said, "do it again!" so i did it again, but this time the piggy had cereal. the next time he had peanut butter, and the next time he had a pretzel. she seemed to think it was funny that each time, the piggy ate something different. eventually she got distracted, and then it was time for all of us to eat dinner. she ate in the kitchen with "the grownups" (i.e., her grandparents and great-grandparents), and we "kids" all ate in the dining room.
a little while into dinner, we heard her great-grandma playing piggies with her again. she got to piggy number three and said, "this little piggy had roast beef," and my niece said, "roasbeef?!?" like it was a really peculiar word. heh. i yelled in, "no he didn’t! he had cereal!"
crisis averted, they finished the rhyme and we all moved on to dessert.