Every now and then Canaan likes to ask, or rather demand, that various family members and visitors say or sing a particular phrase. Things like, "I'm a pirate! ARGH!" or "Ahoy, matey!" or other swashbuckler-y exclamations. "Rock 'n roll!" is my particular favourite.
Last night he wanders downstairs and shouts, "Daddy, say 'I like to move it, move it!'"
I was immediately concerned. He'd digressed from "Rock'n roll!" to what is quite possibly the worst dance song since "WHOOP! There it is!" or even "Tootsie Roll." I wondered where he could've picked this up and immediately blamed his mother. She likes John Tesh, so you can see the inevitable musical conflicts in the house.
"Son," I replied gently, so I didn't alarm him with my worry, "there is NO way your father is going to say, "I like to move it, move it!'"
He tilted his head, puppy-like, and looked at me quizzically. "Daddy, you just did!"
Doh.
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You remember the story you told me about the day you realized you were smarter than your father...Congratulations Canaan.
welcome to many years of your kids making a fool of you - grin
revenge is possible!!
That Madagascar movie has that annoying song - I would check your video library. ;)
Outwitted by a 3 yr old ...he's your child!
Brilliant.
That's awesome! I love those moments when the kids outwit us. What's even better is when they look at you and say 'Daddy, you're the strongest!' Priceless!
You're not officially in the parent class until you child can out smart you.
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