I feel like a karaoke machine. I sing on command these days. It's the same series of songs over and over. Tyler commands: "Twinkle twinkle, Mama" so I belt it out as he does the hand movements. In the same breath the song ends, Tyler's one step ahead of me issuing his next request, "A B C D, Mama" so we move on to the alphabet, which he is getting amazingly good at singing with me (just like the words: Next time won't you sing with me!). Don't stop now, we're moving on to "Ba Ba Ba Black Seep, Mama!" He's still working on finding the rhythm on this one. Funny how one extra syllable can ruin a whole song.