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Our Little Comedian, again
Well, tonight marks the first time I was set up for a joke by our son.
At bedtime, he rolled over next to me and, while playing with my hair, in a sweet voice asked me to sing him Rock-a-Bye Baby.
Awwwww, I thought, what a sweetheart!!
So I started singing the song to him and noticed he was rocking slightly with the words. He looked peaceful, with a smile that could only - at the time - be described as serene.
All was right with the world. I was comforted that my son still needed to be sung to once in a while. He wasn't really growing up as fast as I'd feared. I heard a choir of angels singing along with me. It was a beautiful moment.
When I got to When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall...
The little punk dear rolled himself abruptly off the bed and screamed aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
And then laughed for several minutes. At his mom.
At his mom who loved him.
At his mom who loved him and appreciated a good joke, even if she was unwittingly set up by a 6 year-old who knew her weakness for cute little darlings who play with her hair.Labels: our little
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Wow, this made me laugh too!
Stinker.