Mozart in the morning
Last night Nathan was so tired he didn’t want to listen to any of his books, so we started singing. After a few worship songs and the start of a few hymns Nathan asked for a "new? new? new song" and then specified that he wanted "mozaht." Unfortunately, the only Mozart he knows is orchestral. This morning as we snuggled, eating goldfish and listening to Mozart (this is becoming our weekend morning thing) he started singing along with the overture to The Barber of Seville. I guess that's what he wanted last night. I'm not sure if we should be proud or embarrassed at our dorkiness that our toddler asks for (sometimes demands) Mozart by name...