This morning I was finally making my children breakfast and as I was cutting up apples and toasting bread (and making mochas) I was singing a song that was stuck in my head.
Lately Yo Gabba Gabba has only been on Noggin and we have the DVR set to automatically record it. The DVR records 30 minutes so it captures the aired pieces after YGG, one of which is a song called -- well, I don't know what it's called but they repeat the word "love" alot and say its everywhere. So I was singing it in a variety of different styles, one of which was opera. Here is Ryan's reaction:
Hey, everybody's a critic! Its almost as bad as when Ross didn't like me singing to him while rocking him in a rocking chair when he was a baby.
It didn't take long before Jenna joined in. Ryan, not one to be left out, decided that it was cool now and started his own version. Ryan has become our little parrot and has started repeating what we say. Jenna did this we we adopted her and within 6 months she was speaking better than some children born in the US.
Ryan already has some new favorite phrases one of which is "wha happy?" translation: What happened? In case you haven't figured it out, that phrase is asked quite a bit around here. Yeah, its no wonder he picked that one up.
So there were my children, holding hands and singing their love song together. It was a total Love Fest. Wait, I need a tissue to dab my eyes. Here's why:
Yes, my children are picking up some VERY bad singing habits.
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