Sweet is doing something naughty.
I look at Sweet and say, "Stop."
He looks back, shakes his groovy thang and says, "In the Name of Loooove."
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We are at a fairly formal party as a co-worker's house. She's a musical theater type gal with no children and a house full of doo-dads that are all highly breakable, antique, precious and expensive. I look over as Sweet stands up on a footstool, starts strumming his invisible air guitar, looks over his shoulder, channels Johnny Cash, and says, "Hit it, boys."
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Due to some geographical shift during the Mesozoic Era, we have a lot of large, flat rocks we refer to as "stage rocks" and neither of my children can pass one by without jumping up and belting out a song. Select favorites include Sweet singing Slaid Cleaves "whiskey & cigarettes tonight" from Horseshoe Lounge, or an original rendition of "Kitty got run over on the road... now she's flat... squished like a bug.... I really miss her." And Tuff has a pretty well developed sense of melody for the Under-2 set but we need someone to translate her songs from Klingon into English.
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When the GirlChild was little she would hold out her hand and say, "stop!" and David and I would start singing, "In the name of love..." She never thought it was as cute as we did.
Your kids are just too cute!
Glad you're teaching them the oldies.
I was playing a YouTube video of the old "Baby Come Back," and the grandson knew the lyrics from watching the "Transformer's" Movie. Made me feel good.
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