Swee’Pea has a new favorite song. Whenever she hears Fergie’s Big Girls Don’t Cry, she smiles and rocks back and forth.
Lately, I’ve been singing the song to her when taking a bath or feeding her breakfast. I must do a pretty good rendition because not only does Swee’Pea do a little dance but TheMonk will often join me in a Fergie-esque duet.
We’ve downloaded the song on our iPod and play it whenever the mood strikes. When she hears it, she gets quiet and grooves to the music, her eyes in a faraway land.
Today, as I picked the twins up from daycare, the song happened to be on the radio as I buckled her into her seat.
“What song do you hear, Swee’Pea?” I asked.
“I hear my favorite song!” she replies. “Big Girls Don’t Cry!”
“If big girls don’t cry, Swee’Pea, then who cries?” I ask.
“Babies Cry.” she says matter-of-factly.
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