Bath night

Z has started tucking his fork away in his shirt when he wants both hands free during a meal. It's both practical and weird.

Tonight, he insisted on sitting on his potty, completely naked except for a blue tube sock on his right foot, and a penguin themed slap bracelet of his left wrist. He then took his keyboard and balanced it on his lap, like only a little rocker who's currently sitting on the toilet can, and proceeded to play and sing into the microphone. He was attempting to sing "row row row your boat" (which he calls "whoa whoa"), but he kept getting lost in other modes of transportation. My favorite was "whoa whoa whoa whoa twain"

Once his creative muse had left him, he handed me the keyboard and barked an order. "Mama sing! Mama whoa whoa,", hopped up off the toilet and ran into the bathroom for his bath.

Brings new meaning to the phrase "rock out with your cock out"
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