on why I lied to my 2 year old

This Friday I wanted to share one of my favorite things about Reed and why I would ever lie to that sweet son of mine.

Reed is my baby that has loved music the most. He has hummed and sang as early as I can remember and he has always enjoyed me singing to him at night. Which is saying a lot since I have a terrible singing voice. The boy just loves music and will put up with me for now. Plus I have a horrible memory and end up humming most of the songs because I can't remember the lines. Anyways, the older he has gotten the more fun it has been, because he will sing along with me. And it is the sweetest thing I think I have ever heard.

{Side note, often times, I am reminded of my friend Patti's description of her nighttime ritual with her youngest, Helena. You have to go here to read it, I promise you will laugh out loud. For real, go now, it's that funny}.

Well, recently, Reed has been making requests and it cracks me up. I'll ask him what he wants to sing and he'll say, "Hmmm..." and I just smile and sing to him whatever he wants to hear. And I am patient with him most of the time when he interjects, "No," after the first line of a song. I'll just move on to another of his favorites, which includes, but are not limited to:
 Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, The ABC's, Holy, Holy, Holy, the Doxology, Jesus Loves Me, O How I Love Jesus, Amazing Grace, and He's Got The Whole World in His Hands.
But the other night had to be the best request yet. I started to sing one of the usuals and he interrupted me saying, "Moo moo it, Mommy." 
So I stopped and repeated it with a confused look on my face. 
Me: "Moo it?" 
Reed: "Uh-huh, Moo it, Moo it, pease."
Me (to myself): Oh, I hope he doesn't mean "I Like to Move it."

Me: "Sweetie, tell me again."

Reed: "Moo it, Moo it, MOMMY!"  
Me: "Oh, sweetie, I am not sure what you mean." Which was a total lie. I totally lied to my two year old, because I wasn't going to sing such an insipid song.
Y'all, Reed is persistent. This one. This third born. I think he has learned that he has to push a little more because Mommy is just plain tired and worn out.
Reed: "Pease, Mommy. Moo it, moo it. Pease."  With the best pouty face he can muster. And he takes the cake when it comes to pouting in our house, by the way.

Me: "Oh, all right." "I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it... I like to... move it."

Oh my goodness. If you had heard me singing that song, you would have peed in your pants. Reed was just so tickled and sang it with me. When I stopped, he kept asking for more, but I felt so silly singing that song while sitting in a rocking chair. I firmly told him no about three times. I love my baby boy and I would do just about anything for him, but there is no way I'm singing the lyrics to a Crazy Frog song before putting him to bed again. I refuse to sing a song with an album cover that looks like this.

I have my limits, people.

Happy Friday! 

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