Lately, Gabe's been sleeping with his door open at night, which means that he runs (with a loud stomping) into our room at any hour of the morning to climb into bed with us. Usually, J's already left for work, so it's just me and the little man, and we have a snuggle. A snuggle that he never wants to end. And then we launch into a difficult morning.
A morning that turns into Gabe doing any or all of the following: yelling at me to stay in bed, turning off all of the lights on me when I'm stuck in the shower, waking up Zach and then slamming the door on Zach, jumping on my bed, throwing the fan to the floor, stealing my burn sutures, etc. You get the idea.
This morning, I was thrilled to hear him singing in my bed rather than the usual chaos mentioned above. As I poked my head out to hear the song, I heard the following:
"Four minutes, four minutes, four more minutes to be fresh. Four minutes, four minutes, four more minutes to be fresh."
Seriously?
********************************************************************************
This song, which I've never heard him sing before, is clearly a spoof on our transition song that we typically sing to remind the boys that they have a few more minutes to play; a song that we learned from early intervention that goes like this:
"Two minutes, two minutes, two more minutes to play. Two minutes, two minutes, two more minutes to play!"
Lord Give Me Strength Today!!!
No comments:
Post a Comment