old mcdonald had a farm...

Every night when we put Lincoln to bed, Ben & I stand over his crib & sing "Old McDonald". I doubt you have ever heard an "Old McDonald" rendition quite like we do it here at our house. Ben drummed professionally for 12 years. Imagine the innovative beats he puts to this old-fashioned rhyme & then imagine some random raps he incorporates into every verse. I almost pee my pants listening to Ben try to make the song all its own & brand new every single night. But you haven't heard the kicker. We have a rather chaotic bunch of animals/transportation vehicles on our farm. We leave the lyric "and on that farm he had a...." wide open so Lincoln can incorporate his own animals into the mix. Let me paint the picture for you. The Cissell Farm tonight included the following: helicopter, crocodile, baby goose, airplane, parrot, giraffe, & last but certainly not least, a shark. Wow, that's one tropical, swampish, airport-ish, & oceanic farm.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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