Apples, Apples

Hi Everybody! Michaela is almost 2 now and has been going to nursery for a few months now. She is loving it of course because her Momo (Grandma) is the nursery leader and Momo is the best nursery leader ever. Mic loves singing and reading and just about everything she does in nursery (but if I had to take a guess I would say snack time is her favorite... just like her mom).
Michaela is learning so much at church and just in our everyday life and I want to teach her how to be happy. Sharing, having friends, being gentle with Milo and Tallulah (the new babies in our family) are all things we are working on now. She is just so fascinated by all of it (ok sharing is not so interesting but like I said we are trying).
So all these happy and good things we try to teach our children right? So why do we teach them songs and nursery rhymes that have really depressing meanings?
I was thinking particularly of "Ring around the rosies". I mean seriously?! a song about death and the plague and stinky bodies? Who needs that? I was talking to Rob about my Idea to change the Ashes, ashes to Apples, apples and he started going off on how I would be trying to change history if I did that and how I would be like Hitler because he tried to change history too by burning lots of books ( I would like everyone to know that I am NOT like Hitler and I do not want any books burned). Rob then asked me what the heck apples had to do with posies. I think that flowers and apples go really good together they are just another example of good things and as a matter of fact they should go together. ( I am typing on my brothers lap top and I can't get off Italics so bear with me). Just think apples eventually fall off the tree right? Apples apples we all fall down. I think it works. so if any one agrees with me on this issue just start singing it my way and we can make the world a happier place. Carrilyne you are probably the only one reading this so join me in my quest to change this ashes ashes tradition into a happy one.
(I just have to add that while Mic has been waiting for me to finish all of this she has been licking the window sill, screaming at the neighbor across the street to stop weed whacking and trying to cover this little tiny spot of light that is now hitting the floor in front of her with a spatula. These are the moments that make me laugh and remind me why I haven't gone crazy yet.)