April 10, 2005
Our kid likes it when you sing, so we sing. Songs are made up on the fly... things like:
He's a chubby chubby chubby bear
He doesn't have a single single hair.
He's a chubby chubby bear,
He doesn't have a hair,
He's a chubby chubby chubby chubby bear.
(it goes on but I will spare you)
Anyway once you start doing this EVERYTHING becomes a little ditty in your head.
It's time to write my blog.
My mind is in a fog.
I should be asleep.
Why am I a freak?
Time to, time to, time to write my blog.
Quite maddening really.