Monday, February 20, 2012

How did I get here?

I usually sing to Cheeky Monkey when I put him to bed. The past couple times, he asks for songs about random things. "Sing. Mommy and Finley song." "Sing. Bed song." "Sing. Kitty song." Last night I made up a kitty song. It was lovely. It was about how he had white and orange stripes and how the Monkey liked to cuddle with him.

Tonight he asked again for a kitty song. I couldn't remember the one I made up the night before. My mind was blank. The only thing I could think of was "soft kitty."

I finished the song and Cheeky Monkey looked up at me and said, "More. Purr. Purr. More. Warm. Kitty." Each time, he asked for more. And that is how I ended up singing "Soft Kitty" a dozen times.


LaLa said...

That may have been my bad. I sang soft kitty to him when you guys went to Chicago for the night. Gummy Bear knows it, too.

Becky said...

Ahahahaha! That's hilarious. Let's only hope he grows out of it before he's 25.

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