My son was excited to sing me a new song he learned on the way home from preschool the other night.
Some part of me wasn't overly thrilled. If only because it means he is to that age where whatever I say goes in one ear and out the other. But what the kids on the playground say are put straight into his memory because surely those things warrant repeating.
I vaguely remember this age. Like the one time I told my dad at dinner that my friend Cari from church said that potato skins tasted good, and I was surprised to find out that they actually did! My dad threatened to enlist Cari in convincing me that more foods were good. I did however; eat my potato skins from then on.
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So though I wasn't thrilled that my son's favorite saying is now Who let the dogs out, I do have to admit how cute it was when I walked out of the bedroom this morning seeing my son singing this song and my 16- month-old dancing to his song.