At Tage’s pre-school, they sing a song about a crocodile that drives a car, but its tail is too long to fit inside.* The other afternoon, as he and I walked home, he started talking about the song.<\/p>\n
“A crocodile that drives a car,” I marveled. “Isn’t that silly?”<\/p>\n
“No,” he told me, clearly dismayed that I thought so. “It’s scary<\/em>.”<\/p>\n *Nyss s\u00e5 tr\u00e4ffat jag en krokodil
\nsom k\u00f6rde runt, i en bil.
\n<\/em> Han var tjock och fet
\noch bl\u00e5ste i trumpet.
\nMen bilen var f\u00f6r tr\u00e5ng
\noch svansen var f\u00f6r l\u00e5ng.
\nS\u00e5 den fick ligga i ett litet flak d\u00e4r bak.<\/em><\/p>\n