K asked for some gummy bears. Naturally, I couldn't hand him some gummy bears without breaking into the "Gummi Bears" theme song. "What's that song?" asked K. "It's the Gummi Bears song!" "No, not the song you made up. The real song."
I didn't realize it had become a habit, but apparently I break out into little songs about whatever we happen to be doing at the moment so routinely that he assumes anything I sing is made-up words to an actual song.
The good news is that I'm not becoming my mother. I'm developing my own personal kinds of crazy.