Daddy, I Like Hymns...

The first night that Aslynn was screaming away from the pain of the burns, I threw in a CD so Micah could go to sleep and I cranked the volume. I came up an hour later, and there's Micah with this big grin on his face.

"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping, Micah?"
"I like the music. What kind of music is that?"
"Hymns, Micah." Yes, we have hymns here.
"Daddy, I really like hymns!" That will make your Great Grandpas proud Micah.
"Great, now go to sleep."
"Can I listen to some more?"
"Yes - if you go to sleep!"
"Okay."

A big Micah smile erupts from his lips. Who knew? All he asks for in the van is break-dancing music... which is anything with a good beat that he can groove to. Pounding rock, punk, rap, moving pop, yeah - he likes it all. And hymns apparently.

A few more cute kid-isms of the week.

Micah: "Oh, give it up, Aslynn..." Aslynn was complaining at the supper table.

Aslynn: "Come on, come on Micah!" Micah wouldn't clean up with her. That's the first time she said it.

Micah: "Daddy - HELP! I'm stuckted!" And then, before I got him down, "A little some help, please?"

Aslynn: "Yummy Daddy." That one warms a person right up. She likes my cooking!

Micah: "No, I'm not arguing, Daddy! You're arguing!!" I think he just incriminated himself with that damaging evidence...

Aslynn: "Peeese Daddy, peeese!" She's getting cuter - so .. hard .. to ... resist ....