Thursday, February 02, 2006
While driving Grace to her Great Grandmother's house this morning she made a request from the back seat.
“Daddy, Sing.”
“Ok sugar bear.” I replied and I began to sing “the wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, the wheels..”
“No!” she protested.
“This” she said, pointing to the car stereo.
Yeah, I don’t blame her, I don’t sing as well as Mommy or Michael Stipe for all that it matters.
“Daddy, Sing.”
“Ok sugar bear.” I replied and I began to sing “the wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, the wheels..”
“No!” she protested.
“This” she said, pointing to the car stereo.
Yeah, I don’t blame her, I don’t sing as well as Mommy or Michael Stipe for all that it matters.
