“Yogurt and berries, yogurt and berries, hey!
And toast. Toast. Toast. Hey! And toast and a wa-ffle.
And yogurt and Mama and Kostyn and baby. Coffee! Coffee!
And toast and a waaaaa-ffle.
Cheese, cheese. Hey! And toast.....
....and fireflies, fireflies, fireflies*
I see ‘em! I see ‘em! I see ‘em, fireflies.
And toast.”
I sat there in the dark, holding his hand and stifling both my laughter and my urge to scoop him into my arms and squeeze him for all he’s worth.
Extra toast for you tomorrow, my sweet boy. With cinnamon and sugar on top.
*Rest assured, we don’t eat these for breakfast.
2 comments:
Robyn, that is so adorable! He obviously has a lot of his parents' talents! I'm going to sing the song all day.
What fun!!! Sometimes it's wonderful to be like a "fly" on the wall and hear the sweetest words of imagination. Certainly creative like his cousins.
PS Love the new picture too.
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