Morning Fuss

When he first woke up he came out of the bedroom very excited because he'd found the two surviving gummi butterflies from yesterday's trip to the candy store. I asked what he'd been doing.

"Been talking to my butterflies! I found them dada, there's two of 'ems! I gave one to mama. I ate the purple one."


Later, contemplating his breakfast of toast and milk he composed a song that went something like this:

Ducks hiding, ducks hiding, ducks hiding, ducks hiding....ducks EXPLODING, ducks hiding, ducks hiding, ducks hiding

Delivered in his sweet, high, singsong voice.