Early this evening, while I was outside stapling 4 mil utility plastic to the Silkies' coop by moonlight, New Daddy was fighting a cold inside and singing this ditty to our youngest. When he tried to switch the words to "Mama, mama," she admonished him.
"No, Daddy! Sing about the chickens!" And so he did, over and over.
"No, Daddy! Sing about the chickens!" And so he did, over and over.
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I love it!!
This makes me want to learn the mandolin, or ukelele or whatever that was!
So cute!
Love!
Crissi~