His Dad Was So Proud
Drake has been napping sporadically lately. Often I will put him down at the usual time, and if he’s not ready to go to sleep he’ll talk and sing and holler until he does, or until he sounds unhappy enough for me to go get him. Yesterday he sang the ABCs several times (with a bewildering “ah-go, sah-go” for W-X), then amazed me when he launched into the Philadelphia Eagles fight song and sang every word. He did not sing it again, but I called G. Grod at work to let him know. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard G. sound much happier.