While I rushed to get something completed and back to the office this morning, Megan watched a Little People video. If you've never seen them, they tend to have cutesy repetitive songs throughout them that dig deep into the recesses of your brain and refuse to get out.
As we rushed from Gymbo to preschool for pick-up, I sang the one that was rattling around my head. "Welcome home. Welcome home. Glad you're back, right on track, welcome home," over and over and over again. I was silly enough to think Meg might giggle at hearing it again.
"Mommy, no sing," she commanded instead.
"Huh?" I said.
"Little People sing that," Megan informed me. "Mommy too big. No sing."