I blogged about Jenna's success in Grammar but today I remembered something that should have told me she'd be a grammatical fiend!

Picture a child with a ten-pound-diaper.  (Strains of Ten Pound Hammer waft through the room)  Mom calls child (Jenna) over and says, "Are you soggy?"  Repeat a dozens of times a week for the first two years of the child's life and it should be no surprise (although it was) when your two year old comes up to you during potty training and says, "I need to sog."  We laughed.  We howled.  We took her to the sog recepticle aka.  'pot'.

The killer was the day she did it all by herself without announcing the intention to 'sog' so that her underwear wouldn't become soggy.  She rushed in, after using the facilities, and exclaimed with triumph, "I sogged!"

We used to sing the song "Baby Bumblebee" to Jenna and called her Jenna Bee (her middle name is Blythe)

We'd sing,

Be my little baby Jenna bee

Be a bee be a bee be a Jenna bee

You're the cutest Jenna you can be

You can be, you can be, you're my Jenna bee...

Well, I do remember an impromptu rendition of...

Oh my little Jenna she did sog

She did sog, she did sog, she's a Jenna sog

She can sog and she can produce logs....

We stopped that fast.  The last thing she needed was to announce in public that she needs to log and sog.