James and I take turns singing to the boys at bedtime. Sometimes it's hymns, sometimes it's nursery rhymes, and sometimes we just make them up as we go. The boys usually like James' made-up songs better. Mostly because they have to do with poop or farts, or some other bodily function that the boys find hilarious. Recently, they've been singing what they call the "Fanana Song." I'm not sure what it's really called, but you'll know the tune when you hear it!
(A couple of explanations are needed: Fungus is what we lovingly call Ben's Blanket. He has had it for quite sometime. It's a knit blanket that is completely falling a part and I'm sure, no matter how much I wash it, that it's really growing something! It's kind of gross. I started calling it fungus as a joke, and then the other night Ben was in bed and asked, "Where is fungus?" The name has stuck ever since. We've tried several tactics to get him to trash fungus, but he refuses. If anyone has any ideas, I'm all ears! Ralph, as many of you know, is Bradley's stuffed dog. Okay, the rest you should know.)
