Switch.
"No Rumba!"
Switch.
"No Raffi!"
After Ryland vetoed one song after another for our bedtime music, I wondered how parents survived before MP3 players were invented. I frantically scrolled through the list of music on my Droid smart phone... and I got an idea!
Switch.
"Norah Jones!" He is so predictable!
"Listen. This is Norah Jones!"
"Norah Jones!" He repeated.
"Ryland, we are listening to Norah Jones. Please put your head down and listen to her pretty voice. Norah Jones."
"Norah Jones. Pretty...."
I wonder how long before he can say "No Norah Jones" reliably.
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Hmmmm. We used to sing "All the Pretty Little Horses"!
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