Everyone likes watermelon, right? And if they don’t they are un-American. Well, my husband, Cody doesn’t like it. When I gave it to Barrett as a baby he spit it out. I gave it to him again, thinking MY child can’t be un-American! And he spit it out again! I finally realized that he might not like it when he gagged on it. Oops. Well, I am still hoping he’ll change his mind about watermelon I guess, because I had Cody pick up one on his way home so we could slurp up some summer fun on the back porch. Barrett licked his slice hesitantly and nibbled a few morsels. I don’t think he’s sold…but I’m sure he’ll come around…his country is depending on him! Kyle went to town on his slice and then ate what remained of Barrett’s.
I had to shoot quickly to get a picture of Barrett eating watermelon
Kyle polishing off his own slice of watermelon
Kyle starting on Barrett’s slice
A little funny:
Today in the car with the boys I suggested we sing some songs. Kyle sang, “Farmer and the bell, farmer and the bell, hide all the Cheerios, farmer and the bell.” Oh, how I love that version! Then, he sang Twinkle, Twinkle like this, “Twinkle, Twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are. Pop, pop, pop the world so high…” Hearing those back-to-back made me remember all the songs I used to sing wrong lyrics to. My cousins can probably remember more than I can (they used to have a ball listening to what I was singing and getting a good laugh).
Here’s a few of my wrong lyrics—see if you can guess the song. They’re all 80’s songs because I’m a child of the 80’s.
1. “Every time you go away, you take a piece of meat with you.”
2. “Carrying a laser in the darkness of the night…”
3. “Oh Sherry, Hose on! Hose on!” – c’mon didn’t you think that was what he was saying?
