I just ran across some old notes on stuff I wanted to blog. These are some lyrics K used to sing when she was younger than 3...
Take Me Out to the Ball Game:
One, Two, Three, wrists you're out
At the old ball BRACE!
Do Re Mi:
Do, a deer, a female deer
Re, a glop of golden sun
Singin' in the Rain:
I'm singin' in the bath
just singin' in the bath
ABC's:
Now I know my ABC's
Next time wounch you
I know them FOREVER!
Yeah the "wounch" is my fault. When Evin sang "won't you", Kesiah corrected her.
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First, I'm not a truck. Second, I'm one of those dads. The kind of dad that can never shut up about their kid. In my defense, I'm not usually bragging about how smart she is or how cute she is or how magically wonderful she is at making everyday a joy and that just by being around her makes one's soul glow and that this kind of elation can change all and usher an era peace never seen before. Although true, I'm usually describing something funny that she has done. Now I'm gonna blog about it.
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