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.
Momma Betty
Amazing how much knowledge has been stuffed into that little brain in such a short time and how he’ll have no memory of most of it.
Zannah
Yeah, that’s so weird!