From the Mouth(s) of Babe(s)

We'll start with something that's benign enough where nobody can get offended. I'm putting the parenthetical (s) up there in hopes that a) I'll still be here babbling away once the smallest of my tribe actually has something other than drool coming out of his mouth, and b) I can commit to just one damn thing in my life aside from my children doing more of these on a somewhat regular basis.

Note: I haven't come up with witty names for the wee ones yet.  At first I thought it'd be all cute and clever to refer to them as my Lackeys - get it? Lackadaisical...Lackeys?  But, they're not MY manservants; I am theirs, so that didn't fit.  I'm working on it, just deal with it for now mmkay?

Anywho...

Anybody who has ever spent time in the presence of toddlers knows that they develop their own way of saying things, and it never ceases to crack me up at times.

Prime example:  My 4 year old daughter (see? that was a lot of work to type - this is why I need clever monikers for these little people! Gah!) likes to sing to her little brother to calm him down.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking. "Awww that's adorable!" and it really is, but it gets better....

She sings You Are My Sunshine (again, adorable in itself). But, I noticed last week that her version of the song is slightly different than the original.....

You are my sunshiiiiine
My only sunshiiiiiine
You make me happeeeeee
Because you're gay

I gotta say, she's totally got it right.  The traditional definition of the word "gay" is indeed happy.  Add to that; I've never met a gay person, in the modern sense of the word, that hasn't made me smile. So yeah, I'm officially changing the words to this song...

Aww crap, I really said I was gonna start this with something benign that nobody could take offense to, and then totally hit some weird gay rights tone with it or something.  I seriously suck at this blog thing already...