When did he learn that? Just yesterday we were giving him his very first bath, right?
True confession: There's a line in Alan Jackson's Remember When that makes me cry every time I hear it. And by "cry," I do not mean "tear up gracefully." I mean "ugly cry uncontrollably to the extreme embarrassment of all those around me."
This is what I picture when I hear that song:
the sound of little feet...
we danced to week to week.
And maybe you're not the sentimental parent who finds herself singing country tunes with baby pictures in one hand and a box of tissues in the other, but sentimental or not, don't you wish the dance were much, much slower? I certainly do.