Every once in a while, Ben shocks the bejeezus out of me. He did it again the other night. I started singing a song to him while he took a bath.
Me: "OK, no singing."
Me: "You want me to sing a different song?"
Me: "Which one?"
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I started singing the crawdad song and he seemed to be digging it. Just to see what would happen, I stopped a word short and pointed to him. He finished it. The next line? Finished it. And again. I'm not saying he was perfect at it, but he was in the ballpark.
Well, shut my mouth and call me Elvis. I know the last time I sang that song for him... I blogged about it last December. How the heck did he remember the words?
At three and four, Bubba wanted songs and made up stories at bedtime every night. Ben only ever seemed to want one song. After a while, singing stopped being a thing I did, other than that one song. Mind you that no matter what my mom says and even though I am from Tennessee, I'm no great shakes as a singer. I liked it though and a kid avoiding bedtime makes a great audience.
Now I find out that he really has been listening and even knows some of the words? Alright son, any song you want, any time you want it.