As our girls have recently started a co-op mom pre-school, they are learning new songs weekly. “Row, row, row your boat” is now a new favorite. I was happy to hear that the tune can be applied to many other great principles of life. Morgan told her sister to wait her turn, and promptly started singing, “Wait, wait, wait your turn, wait, wait your turn…”

I have a light pink dress shirt that I like to wear to work occasionally. Although my coworkers poke fun at it, I’ve received many compliments for wearing such a colorful shirt and being “manly” enough to wear pink.

Last week, as I walked to my car in the morning, Kendall (3) waved goodbye to me from the balcony. “Hey dad,” she yelled, “your shirt matches my pink dress!”

Elaine (my wife) is always making up songs for the girls - about anything. It’s what musicians do I guess. Recently, we’ve been watching as Morgan (3) learns this talent from her mom.

As Elaine helped Morgan swim around the pool, kicking her legs she started to sing:

“Swimmin’ in the water… floatin’ on my tummy…”

Whenever I play with the girls and pat them on the bottoms, they tell me, “Don’t spank me, mom.” I quickly tell them I’m not spanking, I’m just giving love pats. So, the other day, I laid down on the floor, only to have Kendall come jump on my stomach. I asked her not to jump on me, and she responded, “No, Mom, they’re just love jumps.”

The girls haven’t really grasped the concept of race. Instead, they refer to people based on the color of their shirt.

So when Morgan (3) wanted to know about the fellow park visitors she asked, “Mom, what’s that blue mom’s name is? Mom, what’s that brown boy’s name is?”

It wasn’t embarrassing until we realized that the little boy wearing the brown shirt was also African American.

After spending 3 hours cleaning the carpets last night, I was exhausted. But thankfully my work didn’t go unnoticed.

From our bedroom this morning we overheard Morgan say:

“Look sissy! Daddy made a new carpet!”

When we asked Kendall (3), for the third time, to come to the dinner table she finally responded:

“Mom, I can’t. My legs won’t stop wiggling!”

We took the girls to the Circus for the first time today. In fact, it was my first time to the Circus! The girls were so excited to go and couldn’t stop talking about it until we finally left our house. We went about an hour early to see the elephants, horses, tigers, and zebras before the show began. We even spent 20 minutes on the Circus floor watching the “pre-show” with clowns, dog tricks, acrobats, and an elephant who could paint. The girls were getting pretty excited as we walked back to our seats for the show to begin.

“Morgan, are you excited for the Circus” my wife asked.

To which she replied, “What Circus mom?”