Meet the newest three-year-old in our house:
She is quickly turning into a goofy little know-it-all preschooler. Tonight I just had to share a conversation that I had with her as I was singing to her and trying to put her to bed. One of her favorite songs is a children's song from church--in our house we refer to it as "Song of a Bird", although I think its actual title is "My Heavenly Father Loves Me". Tonight as I tried to sing it to her, it went something like this:
Me:
Whenever I hear the song of a bird, or look at the blue, blue sky...
K: Why is our sky dark?
Me: Because it's been raining all day
K: Why is the sky dark?
Me Because the sun went down.
K: Oh...Why did the sun goed down?
Me: Because it's time for bed.
K: Oh.
Me (trying to remember the tune from before):
Whenever I feel the rain on my face or the wind as it rushes by, When ever I touch a velvet rose or walk by our lilac tree...
K: I didn't touched a velvet rose! You picked up a frog!
(I did, in fact, pick up a frog about 2 weeks ago and let her pet it)
Me: ....
K: There's more song!
And so I finished singing her the song. I think she managed to keep quiet for two whole minutes so I could sing her the rest of that song.