Little Punk!

I could be talking about my kid's propensity for mischief, or his need to assert his individuality. I could be talking about the fact that he is always plotting against me in some way, or that he spends most of his time outthinking the adults around him. I'm not though. I'm talking about last week.

One day last week we were earlier then usual for preschool. We caught them eating breakfast. Both my kids - because the teachers are nice - sat down to join them. Dry chex cereal and glasses of milk. Milk for Demon, Heli can't have milk. Demon drank three glasses, and still asked for more (despite the fact that I had, actually, fed them before we left the house - honest.)  The teacher took his plastic cup, so it could be washed, and gave him a styrofoam one.  He was talking with a couple of his friends, turned around, looked at his cup, and says, "Mama, somebody put something in my drink."

"Huh?" cue help tilt and baffled look. He goes, "somebody, somebody put something in my drink."  Oh! My angel, my son, my darling boy, my brilliant, darling, three year old is singing the Ramones!! I love him so much. He's heard the sung. We've song it jokingly a few times before. (On one occasion I can remember) It's been MONTHS though since we even listened to it.  That's brilliance right there.

So my three year old sings drunken punk rock songs, so what? He sings them from memory, out of the blue, months after hearing them.