[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.”
Unfortunately, the really funny part is that we’re both right.
And that’s all I have to say about that.