This morning as I was making my bed, I had my little helper waiting for me to go to the kitchen to make him some oatmeal. As Dexton waited, he started to sing a made-up song. I heard him and smiled to myself. What a sweet little boy I have! And then I started to listen to my 2 and half year old......was he singing about punching someone??? He clearly was. I hastily jumped in and reminded him that punching was not nice but loving people was nice. Try singing about love, I instructed. And so he changed his tune. It immediately became a song about how he loved people. But more specifically how he loved PUNCHING people. Ack!!! I stopped trying then
and just went to make him so oatmeal. We'll keep working on his song lyrics......