February 22, 2003 - Saturday
A couple of days of at dinner, I asked Harry if he knew what it was called when two words some the same, something he had just done. Of course he didn't and I told him it was a rhyme, wondering as I said it how difficult a concept it would be and whether Harry would understand and remember it. On the one hand, he's been rhyming for months on his own, but maybe it's an odd idea for a three-year-old. This morning he proved he had it just fine. From out of nowhere he said two random words, something like preezer and dozer, then "hey, that rhymes." I agreed and he went on to rattling off several more non-sensical rhymes.