More Danny-isms

Last week:

I was waking him up at 6:15am  for swimming lessons. He didn't co-operate. Pulling covers over his head, etc. Then, just like that, he rolls over and says,   "Mommy, when do I get to teach monkeys how to open bananas?"

Every night since he was born, I sing him the same song before kissing him good-night. The past two months he has taken up singing a song to me as well. Made-up melody, usually about how wonderful I am (duh). And some stuff about Scott;) 

Example: 

I love

my mommy

and  my daddy

because

they're cute

and beautiful

and they love me

Awesome and so sweet.

So this was last night's version:

My sweet,

sweet Mama

and my sweet,

sweet self...

couldn't hear the rest because I was trying to choke back my laughter...

That boy!