Last night when I was changing Squeakles' diaper before bed, he noticed the shirt I was wearing. "A bib!" he squealed with the same enthusiasm he usually shows for ceiling fans (which is to say, a lot). No, it's not a bib, it's a shirt, I told him, actually feeling a little embarrassed. I bought the shirt from Delia's once upon a time, so no it's not the most sophisticated shirt or anything. It's light purple and the graphic all over the front is raindrops and rain clouds. (And I love it.)
Look, these are clouds! And rain drops! "Wain dops" he repeated, and poked his little finger at the rain drops just as I had done. (Only he did it with a little less concern for the body underneath the shirt.)
So last night's main bedtime song ended up being "Rain Drops Keep Falling on my Head". I sang it to him while finishing up changing his diaper and then when we laid down he requested it again - "wain dop!" I sang it again, and after the first line, "Rain drops keep falling on my head", he responded "ow!" I stifled a giggle and continued on.
Then he requested "Jack" several times, and each time I sang it he kicked his legs all around as if he were running, until it seemed that he'd run off the last bit of energy for the day.
He then went back to requesting "wain dop" over and over. I sang it quieter each time, ignoring him him when he pulled the pacifier out of his mouth and then brought it back slowly down to his mouth while doing the Jaws theme as we sometimes do to him, and also (mostly) ignoring him when he pointed out my nose, eyes, and mouth with a little jabbing finger.
Within just a couple of minutes more he grew too tired to make requests and finally drifted off to sleep.