Once Upon a Happy Family: The Pandemic Tongue Twister Game

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The pandemic forced many families to face a hard reality as a result of the lockdown, which included the necessity to spend money. more valuable time with children.

Many mothers discovered what appears to be a gap in having healthy interactions with their kids, especially the teenage ones.

This situation could only have been caused by a long absence and less frequent interaction with children often due to the heavy workload outside the home.

Mothers can make positive use of lessons learned from the lock-down experience to dedicate more time to the family, especially with children, to stamp better affinity and understanding of their needs.

Besides encouraging them to do their homework in this period of E-learning, we suggest you go back to storytelling or join them in games such as the tongue-twisting game we propose below.

This will help close the generational gap between you and your children and make them confide more in you about other needs.

Try The Tongue -Twisting Game By Increasing The Speed Of Pronouncing The Words.

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

Denise sees the fleece,
Denise sees the fleas.
At least Denise could sneeze
and feed and freeze the fleas.

I wish to wish the wish you wish to wish
but if you wish the witch wishes
I won’t wish the wish you wish to wish.

A fisherman named Fisher fished for some fish in a fissure
till a fish with a grin
pulled the fisherman in.
Now they’re fishing the fissure for Fisher.

The thirty-three thieves thought that they thrilled the throne throughout Thursday.

Once Upon a Happy Family: The Pandemic Tongue Twister Game

Here’s one more and you can add yours or try other games, good luck.

Something in a thirty-acre thermal thicket of thorns and thistles thumped and thundered threatening the three-D thoughts of Matthew the thug – although, theatrically, it was only the thirteen-thousand thistles and thorns through the underneath of his thigh that the thirty-year-old thug thought of that morning.

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