Here's a Tip:
As you raise a precocious preschooler, I entreat you, do NOT teach your child rhyming and hockey at the same time. If you do, you will inevitably hear the following one day, and hopefully not in a cavernous and quiet public space:
Hockey lockey jockey tockey rockey.
Goal boal roal toal foal.
Stick lick rick mick d***k.
Puck luck tuck suck f***k.
Not my best and brightest parenthood moment, I know. But you can bet I have catalogued this moment in the "stories for teenage embarrassment" category for future use.