in case you didn't already like kids, or: fly, fat bird!

my friend claudia reports that her son, william (currently older than pictured here), loves to sing. standards in his repertoire include "Twinkle, Little Star" ('although instead of "diamond in the sky" he sings "a diamond outside") and something c. describes mysteriously as a 'robot song.' this week, however, he branched out into new genres. claudia describes hearing him softly croon:

"Fat bird singing in the dead of night . . .
Take these broken wings and learn to fly . . .
Fat bird, fly . . . Fat bird, fly. "


i love him a little.