Whut Whut

There's a song in the air at the Baysinger house tonight...and I have Mrs. Pennington, Mason's kindergarten teacher to thank. This is not a sweet song. This is not a lovely song. This isn't even a cute little whimsical song. This song is the rap version of the months of the year, followed up by a very ghetto "Whut Whut". Apparently the actions for the "whut whut" involved a mummy type pose because Mason was practicing it earlier (for the 500th time thank you Jodi) and asked if I had any Egyptian music I could turn on. I'm not kidding. His too white mama tried to sing along with him, but he stopped mid "Novemb-uh" to inform me that I wasn't doing it right and that my voice sounded weird. Sometimes I feel guilty for not posting more Godly things on my blog - I'm a women's ministry director for Pete's sake. But when you live in a family that is this much fun, it just has to be documented! So for the record - we're a God lovin' Jesus followin' family. We're not, however, learning our Bible stories from Veggie Tales. Mason told me yesterday that he doesn't believe a word they say. "Who can believe a cucumber and a tomato?"!