Old MacDonald had some fun

Some days, Jack takes good naps and I don't have to work very hard to make him happy.

Other days, Jack does not take good naps and nothing I do can convince him to be happy. Of course, his father comes home from work on those days -- when I am ready to jump off the balcony -- and gets a suddenly happy and charming child.

Then I sit listening to them play and secretly think Jack likes him better. Of course, Josh is not the one who makes him take these terrible, painful, my-life-is-over naps. Or the one who brandishes the snot sucker and sucks the very soul from him while suctioning out the snot from his little nose.

Ho-no. Daddy is the fun guy.

Anyway.

So today, Jack was having a little late-afternoon fuss. So I picked him up and laid back on the couch and started singing to him and moving his arms in time to "Old MacDonald."

And he started smiling and laughing. He appeared really into it and happy.

While we were singing, Josh came home and came upstairs. And he heard me singing the silly song where Old MacDonald had a Daddy on his farm and all I could think of for the Daddy to say was "Hi hi hi," but really, the Daddy could have been saying "Shit shit shit" and Jack still would have been laughing because I? Am a genius when it comes to entertaining the child.