We sing in the car a lot. OK, I sing in the car a lot (admit it, you do too). There's nothing like encouraging a family sing-a-long only to hear your four year old pipe up from the back,
"Mom, could you be quiet? I want to hear the music!"
Tonight, Tristan has been singing the "Chalky Underwear Song". He made it up as he was standing in his room after his bath, naked, erasing the chalk drawings on his walls with his underwear. It goes like this- "Chalky underwear! Chalky underwear! Chalky, chalky, chalk-eeeeeeeee underWEEEAR!" I told him he still had to wear those underwear.
"Yes!! Chalky underwear!" he says.
I love life with a four year old boy.
I wake in the morning early
And always, the very first thing,
I poke out my head and I sit up in bed
And I sing and I sing and I sing.