The song in my head:

[lalicopa]

Courtesy of Laszlo:

Baa baa black sheep
Any any wool
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
Beans and full.
One for my master
One for Lily
One for my Mommy
One for (insert random person here)
Baa baa black sheep
Any any wool
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
Beans and full.

He must have sang that a hundred times today. He sang it while he played the piano. He sang it while he played the bongos. He did some funky piano/drum combination thing and sang it. He ran around the coffee table in the den singing it.

He's lucky that I think he's the cutest thing in the world and that hearing him say "beans and full" cracks me up to no end.

Robert *still* makes up words to songs and I did it as a child. So it's no wonder my son is rewriting the classics.

Tomorrow I've gotta try and get it on video.