Music

We just finished lunch (grilled cheese) and are hanging out in the kitchen. J is in the bouncy chair and B-man is sitting in front of him. He is patting his stomach (he's trying to be gentle but it is borderline rough) while singing this song.

"You don't like skunk poop! You don't like skunk poop!"

Repeated about thirty times.

He actually made up a nice rhythm and melody to the song; it was only when I really stopped to listen that I noticed the song was about skunk poop.

Just another normal afternoon in our louder than life home...

P.S. For those of you that have heard his "Rock Song" this one was waaay better.