Today, while driving in the car with my 2-year-old, I chose to listen to the radio instead of allowing him to watch "penguins" on the DVD player (a.k.a "Happy Feet" the only movie we have in our car and I've now heard at least a trillion times). So, while enjoying the break of lyrics which celebrate the penguin heart song, I began singing along to the radio. I'm not the greatest singer, but I like to think that I have a bit of rhythm and tone in me.
My son seemed to think otherwise. After all, how else do I interpret the fact that - for every song - I was told,
My son seemed to think otherwise. After all, how else do I interpret the fact that - for every song - I was told,
No, Mommy. Stop it. This my favorite song.
Perhaps his favorite songs are "Chillin It" by Cole Swindell, "Neon Lights" by Blake Shelton, and "I Don't Dance" by Lee Brice. These are great songs. However, I seriously doubt that his favorite song is "Hey Bartender" by Lady Antebellum. If this is my 2-year-old's favorite song, then maybe I need to rethink a bit of my parenting philosophy...
Oh well, things could be worse. He could've asked for a double shot of Crown.
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