[Oops.  I accidentally published this without meaning to.  I blame WordPress.]

Sunday, as we were driving to church, I decided to put in some of the CDs we used to listen to when the kids were babies & toddlers.

They were not amused.  At first.

Then we found a CD that – no kidding – is labeled “Toddler”.  I believe Kim gave it to us many years ago, but if someone else reading this gave it to us, I’m sorry and I blame it on all those brain cells I lost during childbirth.


So I put in the CD and Brad immediately started flipping through through the songs.  We all got tickled when he would listen for just a few seconds then say “Nope” and flip to the next track.

Until we hit the Weenie Man song.  If you haven’t heard it before, you’re missing a real treat.  The words to something like this:

By the time the song was over, we were all laughing so hard, we were crying.  But in the days since, it has become a family joke.

It started with Peter, who said “I know a Weenie Man and he married his Weenie Wife and had three boys.”


So then I said “I know a Weenie Man and he married his Weenie Wife and they had three Weenie Boys.”

Ha Ha.

Unfortunately, the really funny part is that we’re both right.

And that’s all I have to say about that.