i could start a blog dedicated to my kid, but i don't think i'd ever get anything done....he kills me. right now, i should be packing for a weekend getaway to Hot Springs, but i just had to stop and write. it could be very possible that these things are only uber-cute to a mother, but.....i don't care. i don't have a "Baby Book" to put these things down....i've got my blog.
The other night, we were watching American Idol, and this rap-guy performed. The lyrics were way suggestive (talking about "going down"!!) for Primetime, and all the sudden i was feeling old and prude-ish. (I think its because my 4 year old was sitting next to me and there was all kinds of sexual gyrating going on whilst a sexy man and woman sang about oral sex to each other...)surely im not old and prude-ish.....yet.
Anyhoo...i told Tready i didn't like that song and he, of course, asked "Why?" I said that i liked songs where i could understand the lyrics, or songs that told stories.
Then he said:
"Yeah. Me, too. Like "Twinkle, Twinkle"
awwwwww!
3 comments:
that kid knows a good song when he hears one.
Twinkle, Twinkle. That's a good one ... a classic.
You have to admit, that one's a classic. I love it when children have a good knowledge of the fundamentals. :)
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