I was putting Grayson down tonight and the following conversation occured.
G: Lay down, mama! Lay down!
M: Do you want me to sing to you?
M: (I start to sing....)
G: NO! G-daddy sing
M: You want G-daddy (Peter's dad) to sing?
M: Well, G-daddy isn't here buddy, but he will be in a couple of weeks. Do you want him to sing then?
G: Yeah (laughes a lot)
We had a good laugh thinking about G-daddy singing G to sleep. Practice up, Bill. We are looking forward to some tunes from you. Happy, Happy Birthday. What could be better than your grandson wanting you to sing him to sleep?