The 2 year old, Tre, has a singing issue. In other words, the child loves to sing along with country music. Now, his language skills are a bit behind due to ear infections when he was less than a year old. His words come out in his English/Jawa garble the vast majority of the time.
Today, standing buck naked, fresh out of a bubble bath, with his guitar strapped to him, Gretchen Wilson came on. He strummed, he strutted, he sang (at the top of his lungs) right along with her, garbled until “Hell Yeah!”
Oh, you could understand that, entirely. Hell yeah, he says. Hell yeah.
Sidenote: I signed up for Holidailies again this year, which I have done for the past few years and actually posted most days of the time period. Starting December 7th through January 7th, I’m chaining myself to my chair and updating.
Or you know, flogging myself.
And to Hussy, call me again, bitch. I’m home now. Plus, I updated.