August 25, 2007
Henry has recently become quite the little singer; he seems completely entranced when I sing to him at night, absorbing the words and watching my mouth move intently. He watches musicals-everything from Annie (a phase in which he insisted on being called Annie, while I was to be called Miss Hannigan-not sure how exactly to take that) to High School Musical (he is now to be called ‘head in the game’ even though I have told him countless times that his favorite character’s name is Troy). One of his favorite songs to sing is Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Somehow, he learned the lyrics “twinkle, twinkle, happy little star.” No matter how many times I have sung it to him, he always puts that extra little “happy” in there. I usually try so hard to get him to say things ‘the right way’ because I know that allowing him to mispronounce things and leave out words, etc., will be a hard habit for him to break as he learns the complexities of the English language. But this is one of those times I’m going to leave it alone. I smile when I think of it, knowing the stars in his world are happy little stars.