
There once was a baby who saw
A face looking at him from a wall
He reached out to touch it
But he could not budge it
[can you finish this limerick for me?]
This is my mother and my oldest brother. She seems quite tickled by his fascination with the mirror.
The next thing we heard was a squall.
Kaye’s line (above) is excellent! The line should definitely end in squall!!
There once was a baby who saw
A face looking at him from a wall
He reached out to touch it
But he could not budge it
[can you finish this limerick for me
it was a reflection and not real at all ๐๐
Broke the face and the pieces did fall.
I remember hearing an old wives tale when my children were babies, not to let them se themselves in the mirror until after they were one. Can’t remember why.