Ayden already dances well. He boogies to Imagination Movers... and just about any other tunes he hears. He loves to play the drums and the piano, and he makes motions like he is strumming the guitar. He also has learned to clap, and he'll do it as imitation, as joyful display, or as response to music.
Ayden better be able to sing like his daddy; otherwise, he's in trouble. He doesn't know that I don't sing well, and he acts like my renditions of "Amazing Grace," "I Love You, Lord," and "Jesus Loves Me" are lovely enough to fall asleep to. One day he will put his hands over his ears and beg me to stop singing. Until then... "Triceratops with three long horns, a beak like a parrot, and frill where his neck iiiiiisssssss..."
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