Okay, I am having a *horrible* day [nothing tragic, just exhausting] and am therefore going to make yours better by sharing my Most Embarrassing Moment of Motherhood.
Boy of Joy started substituting his own words to familiar songs a few months after he started speaking, which was no huge surprise since I'd been doing it around him from wombhood.
The pinnacle moment of this was when he was two and we were in the large neighborhood thrift store, where we are on a first name basis with most of the staff as they have watched the Boy of Joy grow from bump to juggernaut, largely because he thinks the place is a children's museum with rotating stock and it is his favorite place on earth.
This time, I needed to try on a new-to-me swimsuit. Indeed, our logistics went swimmingly as I went through the process of acquiring an adequately distracting toy, acquiring a cart, strapping my toddler into the cart to eliminate any chance of him dashing under the dressing room door and away, scoring the one large dressing room that a cart can fit in, and undressing.
At which point my mini-Mixalot raised his arms above his head and belted out at the absolute top of his lungs *and in tune^
"I LIKE BIG BOOBS AND I CANNOT LIE!"
And then, some torturous amount of time later, we needed to leave that dressing room...
