Picture me doing the dishes,

and listening to my 4 year old softly sing in the dining room.













Him: I was singing a dirty song.

Me: A what?

Him: A dirty song.

Me: Oh, a song about dirt?

Him: No, a dirty song. You know, dirty?

Me:














(regaining my composure)
What are the words to your dirty song?

Him: Dirty dishes...dirty feet...dirty clothes...


Reminded me of this conversation