Bonding Time

This past weekend brought me back to Massachusetts for my friend Amy's baby shower.  You can bet I snuck in some quality time with my godchild, Lukey The Wonder Baby.  Oh Reader, can this child get any cuter?  Is't possible?

On Monday afternoon, while Sissy was on the phone, I laid down next to Lukey and sang:

A peanut butter sandwich, made with jam

One for me, and one for Lukey David

A peanut butter sandwich, made with jam,

Sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky, STICK!

For some reason he really seems to respond when I use my child star voice.  My heart could burst, truly it could.  Let's face it, this sweet baby's mere existence is enough to get me to relocate.

Now, I know which is good and bad, but the best which that I ever had

Was a peanut butter sandwich, made with jam

Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy YUM!

(It seems that since my visit, the Canadian phenomenon Raffi has taken up permanent residence in my brain.  But it's cool.  We've learned to coexist and stuff.)

Comments

[Weinerdog]

I LOVE Raffi!

[Luke]

Raffi kicks ass!