Human Juke Box

A few days I was snuggling with Joel at naptime. We were practically nose-to-nose trying to get warm.

He says, "Mommy, pick a number."

I said, "Okay...seven."

He started singing, "You are holy...."


Then he said, "Pick another number!"

"Thirteen," I said, wondering which song I had just picked.

He started in with gusto, "Bwessed be de name of the Lord...bweesed be Your gwoooreeous Name..."

"Pick anoother one!" he urged.

"Allright, how about six?"

"A, b, c, d, e, uff, zhee..."

""Joel, you know what you are? A human juke box!" I said.

"Yup, that's me," he agreed, "a human joke box."