Sometimes TJ loves to sing with me, sometimes he says "don't sing, Mommy. You are not in the radio."
I sing in the car, along to music, if I know the words. Today I am free singing the one song I know all the words to - Gimme Three Steps by Lynyrd Skynyrd.
I sing a line - TJ repeats it or his rendition in his little voice. Hearing him say "I was cutting the rug down at a place called the Jug, with a girl named Linda Lou." - in his little voice where his letter R sounds like a W, oh my.
Another heart melter: "Hey there fellow, with the hair colored lellow."
I had to change a few words - like gun to stick - and anything else not appropriate.
Good clean fun.