Chet was putting the finishing touches on a research paper last evening (I wonder how many he's had to write now over the course of the last four years?) and told Milo to come sit by him. Milo grabbed his pink blanket and his sippy cup and wiggled his way onto the couch, pleased as punch when he got all settled in next to his dad. He tries so hard to be a big boy, but I love it when he acts like he's still our baby.
I plopped on the couch next to them and like flies to sticky tape, all the children gathered around me, piling up on my lap, or what's left of it.
Milo suggested we sing "Jesus Loves Me", "Wuv Me!" he yelled and wiggled back off the couch to grab a song book.
Milo and Piper held the new song books and Tucker and I shared one of the old brown books. Avery had gone back to reading her Laura Ingalls Wilder book on the chair.
I plopped on the couch next to them and like flies to sticky tape, all the children gathered around me, piling up on my lap, or what's left of it.
Milo suggested we sing "Jesus Loves Me", "Wuv Me!" he yelled and wiggled back off the couch to grab a song book.
Milo and Piper held the new song books and Tucker and I shared one of the old brown books. Avery had gone back to reading her Laura Ingalls Wilder book on the chair.
All of our song books have destroyed pages on and around the Jesus Loves Me page. When we got done singing, Tucker started to giggle.
"Look at that song, Mom." he said, pointing to verse 3 of song 100. "It says, 'Little Chicken, Little Chicken, Who love.'"
I always try to do my best in not laughing at my children's mistakes because it embarrasses them but I just couldn't help myself. Little chicken! Ha!
"It says children, not chicken!" I said to him, trying to contain myself.
He nervously looked at me, but then busted up laughing. "I thought it said chicken!" he said, giggling.
I'll never look at that song the same again.
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