More specifically, the bedtime song choice. Each night before putting June Bug down to sleep, I sing a few rounds of You are my Sunshine, classic, appropriate, obvious choice.
Over the weekend Daddy Bug had bedtime duties. And what do I hear coming through the baby monitor? My husband sweetly singing: The Gambler
There is not an emoticon to express my disbelief. So instead I'll leave you with a sweet image of June Bug; here's to hoping he doesn't grow up to be a vagabond.
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