Your Mom, the Singer-Songwriter

Dear Marshall,

You seem to like the sound of my voice. When you were very young,  I tried to sing baby songs to you and found that I didn’t know all the words. So I started making up my own songs. Then I couldn’t forget the words, you see, because the lyrics were mine (and subject to change).

First, of course, was the “Pumpkin Song.” Soon after that came “Clean Bum Bum,” which had rather limited lyrics (there were a lot of “bum bums” in it). I probably reached the pinnacle of my songwriting career with “Dancing Diaper Wipe.”

It’s a dancing diaper wipe, a dancing diaper wipe.
It’s dancing just for you.
(Repeat two times)

It flutters. It floats. It flips. It flies.
It’s dancing right before your eyes.
It flutters. It floats. It flips. It flows.
Now it’s right before your toes.
It flutters. It floats. It flips. It flees.
Now it’s right before you knees.
It flutters. It floats. It flips. It flies.
Now it’s back before your eyes.

It’s a dancing diaper wipe, a dancing diaper wipe.
It’s dancing. It’s dancing. It’s dancing just for you!

But let us not forget “Who’s the Cutest Baby?,” which is probably the only one I still sing for you now.

Who’s the cutest baby in the whole wide world?
Marshall is!
Who’s the cutest baby in the universe?
Marshall is!
Who’s the cutest baby of all of time?
Marshall is!
He’s the cutest baby, the cutest baby.

You smile when I sing it to you, and it’s that smile that makes you the cutest baby in the whole wide world.

Maybe when you’re older you will write songs for me. Just not about diaper wipes, ok?

Love,

Mom