Favorite Song
A friend of ours has an adorable two year old son. He talks a lot but I can't always understand him. For instance, when I asked him what he had for lunch, he enthusiastically replied, "Pista!" Translation: pizza. Well, he has a favorite song he likes to sing again and again these days so we asked him to sing it for us. With a cute little smile in his cute little voice he sang,
"The itchy bitchy spider went up the water spout.
Down came the rain and washed the spider out.
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain
And the itchy bitchy spider went up the spout again."
A friend of ours has an adorable two year old son. He talks a lot but I can't always understand him. For instance, when I asked him what he had for lunch, he enthusiastically replied, "Pista!" Translation: pizza. Well, he has a favorite song he likes to sing again and again these days so we asked him to sing it for us. With a cute little smile in his cute little voice he sang,
"The itchy bitchy spider went up the water spout.
Down came the rain and washed the spider out.
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain
And the itchy bitchy spider went up the spout again."
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