The life and times of the Musical family, adjusting to post-cancer life in Pittsburgh
Thursday, July 29, 2010
You've been told...
So, The Boy is playing letters on the fridge this morning. Once he assembled the letters, he pointed at each and started to sing the alphabet song. I started to sing along, and he turned around, pointed his finger at me, and sternly said, "No! It's The Boy's turn!"
He waited until I stopped, then turned back around and resumed his song.