Out of the Mouths of Babes

Children have a way of telling it "like it is" and in doing so, have the ability to take our breath away with what they reveal.

On Saturday night, I was in the car with my two children, and my neighbor's adorable 4 year old daughter.  Our visitor initiated a rousing round of "Old MacDonald Had A Farm," a song we haven't sung in our car for some time.

It started with the obligatory cow, pig, duck, and then evolved with the creative input of my two kids.  Old MacDonald had an alien.  A flying squirrel.  A goldfish. 

Then Old Mac Donald had a "mom:"
with a "I can't play I have work to do HERE...and a I can't play I have work to do THERE, here I can't play, there I have work to do, blah, blah, blah, blah...Old MacDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-oooooo!"

Ouch.  Breath taken.  Point made.

I'm taking Friday off to have a picnic and make hardwood-floor angels.