Look out, ladies

Buggleboy has started singing. It began last week, in the middle of the second verse of Twinkle, Twinkle - where I plug in na, na, na, na's because I don't know the words. He prefers this glorified humming to the actual lyrics of the first verse, often interrupting my singing with an insistent, Na, na, Mama!. And now he sings along, sometimes sweetly, sometimes (like tonight) in his super-low, scary monster voice. The other day I overheard him lying in bed after his nap, crooning to himself:

Tinta, tinta nana tar,
Na na na na na na nar. . .

And though I generally eschew sentimentality in favor of sarcasm, I have to admit that he is unequivocally the most adorable creature in the Milky Way.