His memory is better than mine
Months and months ago (time has no meaning and I don’t remember exactly when this was), Jack learned to say baby and when he combined it with his love of emergency vehicles, it reminded me of a certain song. We sang it to him for a few days, maybe a couple of weeks, and then forgot about it.
The other day, I had Jack on the changing table, and he indicated that he wanted me to sing and he said, “Oowee. Baby. Oowee. Baby.” Over and over. After a couple of minutes, it clicked. “You want me to sing Oowee Baby?” “Yup.” You got it, kid. Sea Cruise coming right up.