Little Boy frustrates me because he never sings. He likes it when I sing to him, and he moves his lips along with the words I'm singing, but that's it.
But finally, finally, finally I got him to sing more than one word. And then I couldn't get him to stop singing the same two lines, over and over:
By the way, do you like Little Boy's farmer outfit? Isaac dressed him in a flannel shirt and overalls this morning. When they came in to wake me up, I asked Little Boy about his plans for the day:
Andrea: "Hey, Farmer John! Are you gonna go milk the cows?"
Little Boy: "No!"
Andrea: "Are you gonna go feed the pigs?"
Little Boy: "No!"
Andrea: "Are you gonna feed the chickens?"
Little Boy: "No! Feed the fish!"
Isaac: "He's a fish farmer."
Ooookay.