CDs

Parker is a big music fan, always has been. In addition to whatever music I happen to be listening to that catches his fancy, he also listens to the CDs from music class pretty religiously. So much so that he knows not just all the songs by heart, but which tracks they are. It's not unusual for Parker to be singing while he plays, and you hear him announce the track before each song. He's a funny dude.

So tonight before bed time I hear him in his room singing through a bunch of different songs. I come upstairs when he's in the middle of a rousing rendition of When the saints coming marching in. (He makes up his own lyrics, too: "Oh, when Lion...jumps on the bed...oh, when Lion... jumps... on... the... bed, etc.")

I told him that when he was done singing his song, it was time to go brush our teeth.

He said, "Not 'til 25, daddy." I knew what he meant.

"Ok, Parker, what track are we on now?"

Then he went over to the CD player, which was turned off and unplugged, and said, "19, daddy." And then he opened it up to show me.

As I said, he's a funny dude.