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Baby Bird

We’re laying in bed, singing a few songs before bedtime. Finn’s favorites tend to be those that we make up on the fly. Last night we sang one about a mama bird and a baby bird.

Me: Mama bird and baby bird sitting on a branch. Mama bird was red. Baby bird was…

Finn: Brown.

Me: Mama bird said tweet, tweet, tweet. Baby bird said…

Finn: Waah, waah, waah.

Me: Hey, wait a minute, baby birds don’t cry.

He pauses, thinking…

Finn: Just keep singing, Daddy.

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