Mitten, Mitten, Who Has the Mitten?

Do you remember the game:
"Who has the mitten?"

You would stand in a circle
and pass the mitten from
hand to hand behind your back
and the person who was "It"
had to guess which child
had the mitten.

Nursery school days...

Do you remember
the "Three Little Kittens"
rhyme?

Give up?

Three Little Kittens poem
AKA - 3 Little Kittens

Three little kittens they lost their mittens, and they began to cry,
"Oh mother dear, we sadly fear that we have lost our mittens."
"What! Lost your mittens, you naughty kittens!
Then you shall have no pie."
"Meeow, meeow, meeow, now we shall have no pie."
The three little kittens they found their mittens,
And they began to cry,
"Oh mother dear, see here, see here
For we have found our mittens."
"Put on your mittens, you silly kittens
And you shall have some pie"
"Meeow, meeow, meeow,
Now let us have some pie."
The three little kittens put on their mittens
And soon ate up the pie,
"Oh mother dear, we greatly fear
That we have soiled our mittens."
"What! soiled you mittens, you naughty kittens!"
Then they began to cry, "Meeow, meeow, meeow"
Then they began to sigh.
The three little kittens they washed their mittens
And hung them out to dry,
"Oh mother dear, do you not hear
That we have washed our mittens."
"What! washed your mittens, you are good kittens."
But I smell a rat close by,
"Meeow, meeow, meeow" we smell a rat close by...

Confession:
I could recite the first line,
get the gist of the second line
and that was about it.

Nursery rhymes were always
dear to my heart.

My mother would say that
at the close of every book
I'd say, "Read it again."

I gift storybooks about mittens
with hand knit mittens red bow
tied atop.

I gave Grace
_The Mitten_ by
Jan Brett.

The illustrations
are superb.

Taking this mitten
obsession to the top
I read _Where Are the Children_
by Mary Higgins Clark years
ago.

A young mother goes into
the snowy side yard and
finds one lone red mitten.

Her preschoolers are missing.

The image has lasted
twenty years.

Mittens and memories
are meant for each other.

Off to knit a mitten...
a mini mitten,
just the right size
to hang on the tree.