I Want to Sing a Song

Some of my readers are also readers of Toni of In the Midst. Toni goes to our church and she has four little ones at home. One of these little ones is named Reece. Although this is a "U.S. American" family through and through, little Reece sometimes reminds me of a little English boy because of the precise manner in which he talks and his high voice. In fact, he reminds me very much of this little boy...



It's very cute. Well, the other day in Children's Church, he kept saying to me, "I want to sing a song" in his proper British sounding accent. This was all going on while I was actually SINGING songs to the kids that they were supposed to sing to (e.g. This Little Light of Mine, Jesus Loves Me, etc.). I explained to Tiny Tim Reece that we were singing songs and that he could sing along any time. But he kept at it, "I want to sing a song." All I could do was chuckle. We were almost done when he raised his tiny hand again and said, "I want to sing a song...I have to go potty." I thought that was the last of it but he managed to make it back just before we started the very last tune. Once again Tim Cratchit Reece said, "I want to sing a song." I reminded him that we were singing and we finished up.

It wasn't until later on that afternoon while having lunch with his family at Moe's (DING! "WELCOME TO MOE'S!!!") that I learned the rest of the story. Tiny Tim Reece had learned a song from the music he listens to every night and he wanted to sing it for me. Toni told him that he should simply tell Mr. Big Doofus (I have a real name) that he wanted to sing it during Childrens Church.

He wanted to sing a song and I never let him do it. Boy, did I feel like a dummy.