All Together Now!

Daycare has introduced a whole new element into Bry's life - songs. Specifically, songs that he sings along to. Over time, "Baby Beluga" and an enigmatic song we know only as the "Fire Truck Song" have emerged as Bry's clear favorites. Perhaps you've heard of the former song - that loveable Raffi ditty that, once seared into your nervous system, takes an industrial cleanser of the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind variety to erase. And then, once you've searched YouTube for the words (since Bry only chants "Baby Beluga! Swim wild! Swim free!"), you'll be stuck with this image in your head all day. You're welcome.

As for the so-called Fire Truck Song? Well, as far as we've gleaned, the lyrics go something like this (in chanting form): "[Insert name here] wants to drive a fire truck! [Insert different name here] wants to drive a fire truck!" And so on. If Bry's rendition is accurate, in this particular song, the words "fire truck" are drawled out into three syllables, becoming "fy-er truck," and they must be shouted with great exuberance.

From time to time, Bry has been known to randomly shout out partial lyrics to songs, which is, take it from me, quite adorable. But he topped himself yesterday when we visited Stillwater. Gazing out over the St. Croix River, Bry mused aloud, "Baby Beluga in there, maybe." What could we say, except, "Yes Bry, maybe we will see that 'little white whale on the go' swimming the St. Croix. Maybe we will."