The littlest and I have had a rough week. He’s not feeling so great, and as a result, neither of us are sleeping so well.

On Wednesday morning, we were getting ready for our weekly outing to our storytime/mom’s group hour, and he was driving me crazy. Telling me “no” and “I can’t” to every single thing I said, and crying to be picked up while I was trying to gather things to leave. If it hadn’t been my week to be in charge, I probably would’ve just said “screw it” and stayed home with him.

On the way to pick up Essie at preschool afterwards, he was still disagreeable, but he started talking about the cows he was seeing (there are a lot of them between one town and another).

All of the sudden, he asks me “Can I give dem a song?” I told him he could, and he starts humming nnnnnuh nnnuh nnnuhhh with his own inner melody.

We pass the first field of cows and come upon another. Can I give some nother songs? And the humming starts again for a few moments.

Another field of cows, another song: Can I sing to da cows? nnnnuh gggguh nnnnnuh squeeeeeeak

After a morning of tantrums and disagreements, he had me turning down the radio and then clicking it off completely to hear “da cow songs.”

And the next day? I saw more cows! Dey want a song.