The cradle went home

My little genius with her most recent reading selection

Dear blog readers,

I suck at updating. I'm sorry.

Love,

Flambo

Now that we've gotten THAT out of the way....!!

Boba loves to sing. Have I mentioned that?? She will sing at the top of her lungs, unprompted, no matter what she's doing. She could be eating cereal and she'll break into a rendition of The Wonder Pets' "What's Gonna Work?? TEEEEAAMM WORK!!!" She could be running around the house, and suddenly yell, "Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer!! Had a blrhrlbm [unintelligible] NOSE!!" Or - my favorite - she can suddenly channel a beat poet and do an interpretation of "Row Row Row Your Boat":

Row

Row

ROW

Yourboat

Gent-wee

down the

STREEEEEAM.

Mewy

Mewy

MEWY

Mewy

Life is

bhrlbhmrl

DWEEEEAAAAM.

(The emphases and breaks expressed above are all hers, I SWEAR.)

I think, however, the current winner is her version of "Rockabye Baby," where she is pretty faithful to the original lyrics, except for one line where she makes up her own words. I cannot stop laughing when she sings it. It goes like this:

Rockabye Baby

On the tree top

When the wind blows

The cradle will rock

When the bough breaks

The CRADLE WENT HOME.

And down will come baby

Cradle and all!!

Hell, if the bough I was hanging on suddenly broke, I'd go home too. Just sayin'.

She gets her love for singing from her dad. And a little bit from me, too (I guess)