Since Olivia isn't a reader (give me a few more months), all her memorization comes from listening. Her learning is basically an on-going game of telephone - she, always hoping to have heard correctly, and me, chuckling when I find instances of her hearing something wrong and missing some of the meaning. I was reminded of this a few days ago.
She was in the shower, and she had cleared out her bath toy holder to create a cradle, of sorts, for her lovable, green monster. She told me "Monster is a baby" and then put him in the little pouch and began to swing him back and forth while singing, "Rock-a-bye baby."
Rock-a-bye baby in the treetop
When the wind blows the cradle will rock.
When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle an' doll.
Realizing at the end that she wasn't rocking a baby doll, but rather, her monster, she quickly revised the end of the line with
...cradle an' monster.
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