so, we have a nighttime ritual; of course, we have a 2-year-old! no matter what else she gets at bedtime, she insists mama rock her and sing "lu-la" (Tu-Ra-Lu). every night. even if my voice is gone with bronchitis and whatnot, MAMA must sing.
only we're being contrary tonight. and i've dragged her into her jammies and tucked her in properly in "blank" so we can sing, and i'm singing. and daddy comes by and drops her "poppy" (formerly known as Pop) in her lap. and she pipes up:
Daddy, Help, Help, I stuck in rocking chair! Ow Ow Ow!
what a little twerp! then when her song is over and we're on our way to her bed she is trying to convince me to sing again.
it's a fun age. laughing and cussing, all day long.