christmas bells are ringing, hear what they say to you
Moi and my cookie-faced, gabba-eyed crooner
I like that in three months I won't even remember the time before Calvin could sing the words to songs, but it is still new and I still love it. Before he would just smile and bob his head and say, "Shou-we sing it again, mom?" And by we he meant me. But now he'll be crashing two cars together to the tune of "Da cattle are lowing, da poor baby wakes." Or perhaps banging lids together like cymbals saying "Better watch out I'm telling you why!"