Dine-saurs

So this morning, Connor stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, singing at the top of his lungs: "We arda dine-sors mar-ching mar-ching, we arda dine-sors mar-ching mar-ching" (This is a song from the Noggin TV channel, for those that don't know. There are other words, but he doesn't know them. Come to think of it, neither do I.)

He held a drumstick as a microphone and did a convulsive dance while giving this performance. For himself. He was oblivious to me.

Maybe we shouldn't let him watch American Idol anymore? Or maybe he's just acting strange because his mom is out of town. Only one more day!

Oh yeah, and Happy Birthday Tiffany! We'll be dining at Garland's tonight to celebrate. Mmmm!