It Happened

I knew this day would come. The day when my dear sweet babies tell me that my singing sucks just like their older brother did two years before. I like to sing and be silly. Not in front of anyone, only my kids. I am not a good singer, but in the privacy of your own home, who cares? The problem, my kids are officially done. This morning as Ben and Lauren were demanding milk I was attempting to diffuse the situation with a little ditty.

Me: There was a mommy had a boy and Benny was his namo B-E-N-N-Y, B-E-N-N-Y, B-E-N-N-Y and Benny was his namo.

Ben: MOMMY, NO SONG, JUST MILK!

Me: (thinking fine, I will sing Lauren's song you ungrateful little brat) you are my Lauren, my only Lauren, you make me happy when skies are gray, you'll never know Lo how much I love you, please don't take my Lauren away.

Lauren: Mommy, sing after milk.

Apparently this child has never heard "whistle while you work", I can sing and get the milk all at the same time, I can even walk and chew gum sometimes!