Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Whenever it's someone's birthday, I ask my guy if we should sing that person the birthday song.
He often says yes, but then interrupts the singing to say I should sing to Nana and Popa rather than whoever's birthday it actually is.
The babe is now at the age where he will ‘sing’ along to the song, injecting the words he knows into his humming. It’s really cute. So we will be singing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and he will say ‘high’ and ‘up’ and ‘sky’.
The Little Duck song is filled with unknown words then ‘fat’ and ‘tall’ and ‘one’ and ‘quack, quack, quack’ said so quietly you have to strain to hear what he is saying.
Literally in the last day, he has asked for ‘Happy?’ (yes, said as a question), wanting the Happy Birthday song, which is the babe singing the tune and injecting ‘Happy’ into the appropriate places.
It’s my guy’s second birthday tomorrow. “Happy’ birthday to him.