It's such a well-known fact that it's become cliche: at some point, kids decide they're ashamed of their parents and want nothing to do with them. Of course, I'm going to be an exception to the rule. But, today while I was cooking Ethan breakfast and singing him a made-up song about 'Little Teeny Baby Pancakes' I started to get an inkling of why I too would be that parent someday.
For now I'm content to sing him silly songs and watch him bounce his little teeny baby bottom up and down on his little teeny baby legs while I do.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
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