Red-rum and Frozen

So, we spent this memorial day weekend at the cabin and it proved to be another entertaining weekend with my little love (not that I expected anything different from my main squeeze).  Cory and his dad made Chase a tire swing. Chase spent many hours on the swing flying through the air with a slight breeze whispering through his curly hair. Out of nowhere while Cory's mom was pushing Chase in the swing, Chase raised his pointer finger high in the air and curled it like a hook. He looked Cory's mom right in the eye and growled, "red-rum." Cory`s mom, Lynne, did this action back to chase thinking he said, "red worm." I'm sure you can imagine my embarrassment when I had to correct her and say, "No. Chase didn't say red worm. He was actually saying, "red-rum"- which is murder spelt backwards." Cute huh?  (I'm guessing only Norma Bates and I have had this parenting experience.) On a much more pleasant note, one afternoon while I slipped away to my bedroom at the cabin to try to catch a quick nap (wishful thinking) I heard a sweet little knock at my door followed by a familiar tune- adlibbed a bit to fit Chase's needs of course (any parent out there know what movie this is from?), "Mommy, do you want to build a snowman? Or ride our bikes out in the hall? I think some company is overdue." Followed by a squeaky little giggle (obviously Chase was marveling at his wonderful singing voice and his spot on performance).  After hearing this I couldn't help but think two things.... 1. My child is a theatrical wizard (naturally) and 2. When will Frozen finally leave our lives? (It's like the herpes of Disney movies. Just when you think it's gone, you suffer from another outbreak. If only there was a topical cream for this.) Any who, Happy Memorial Day everyone! Artist Chase, completing his morning drawing while still in his pjs.  Isn't that when your best work is done? Painting a bird house.  Doesn't he look like Van Gogh?