Pitter patter

You know when you have heard a song over and over and you think you know what the lyrics are, but when you find out the real lyrics you are like "OH! That makes so much more sense!"

Just me?  Oh, then never mind!

This kind of just happened to me.  I have always loved the Alan Jackson song "Remember When."  It is about a couple looking back at their life and there was one part that I thought said:

"Remember when the sound of little feet wasn't music and we danced from week to week."

When Jason was first walking I would listen to this song and say WHAT?  Why wouldn't little feet be music?  It is so cute to hear them pitter pattering down the hall.  We are experiencing that again with Elizabeth.  Can anyone tell me a cuter sound than hearing a toddler wander down the hall with their bare feet pit patting?  It's adorable! 

You want to know what isn't adorable?  The pit patting of three year old feet at 5 in the morning!  I finally got what I thought Alan was talking about!  When that little head peeks over my side (never his father's side) of the bed.  I ask if it is 6 o'clock yet and he knows he will be brought back to bed. 

While I was getting ready to write this post I looked up the lyrics to be sure I had them correct and realized he is actually saying:

"Remember when the sound of little feet
Was the music we danced to week to week"


Oh well!  Those little feet would still sound way better if I didn't hear them until 6 or maybe even 6:30 in the morning!