Little Curl

A while back I went to a baby shower where one of the games was to put the title of the Mother Goose rhyme to a line from the poem.  I won.  I got 24 out of 25.  The person in second place got 5 out of 25.  The only reason I didn’t have 25 out of 25 was because the one I couldn’t get I had never heard of---in other words it wasn’t in the version of Mother Goose my daughter forced me to read to her over & over & over & over & over & over...you get the idea.
I even started hiding the dreaded book but somehow my daughter always managed to fid it.  One day when I couldn’t stand it any longer I threw the book away.  Yes, what a mean and horrible mom am I--but I valued my sanity.
My daughter looked for the book,  Her father looked for the book and I pretended to look for the book as well.  Then one day my husband brought home a surprise for our daughter.  It was a book.  That’s right, the man who promised to love me til death do us part, bought a new copy of Mother Goose.  Only this time there was an even deadlier threat to my precious sanity.  The title of the book was: Barney & Baby Bop’s Mother Goose Rhymes.
Many years have passed.  My daughter is now fourteen, but I still can remember those nursery rhymes.
One in particular:
There was a little girl
And she had a little curl
When she was good
She was very good
And when she was bad
She was even worse.

The words my not be exact, but the basics are there.  That one rhyme had always stayed with me over the years.  Mainly because I had always wondered what that little curl had to do with the girl being good or bad.

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