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.