I'm Rubber. You're Glue.
Every now and then a playground taunt surfaces from nowhere while I'm driving the kids around, and I blurt it out like genius. The latest: I'm rubber, you're glue. Pure schoolyard gold, back in my day.
Every now and then I'll be driving down the road with the kids in the car and some childhood rhyme or playground taunt will pop into my head. I blurt it out of nowhere and my kids are amazed at the genius of my words. In the most recent case:
I'm rubber. You're glue. Whatever you say bounces off of me and sticks to you.
That was playground gold when I was a kid.
