Wednesday, 05 September 2012 12:14

My son is a rapper

My four-year-old rhymes incessantly. At first, we were thrilled. Jack had an unidentified speech impediment when he was younger, so speaking in rhyme sounded like rocket science, literally. Our little speech scientist came up with ingenious creations like, 'Cow pow man van cat shat.' We hung on his every paired word.

Whether we made a conscious attempt to turn Jack's rhymes into something more meaningful than 'cat shat,' or just by happenstance, we started listening to country music. Jack's big sisters, caught in the throes of a full-fledged Taylor Swift obsession, played one 'you done me wrong T-Swift song' after another. Jack was able to hear the beat behind all the heartbreak and even spit out a few non-rhyming words. Success!

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