Play That Funky Music White Boy

I don't know what is up with the titles of my posts here recently. But hopefully I will get all of these songs out of my head and return to normal here soon.


Last week, about ten minutes before the crying-in-the-mirror incident occurred, Zachariah was preforming for me. Well... he was technically just preforming for himself. But I like to say that it was for me. :)

When I go into my bedroom, even if it is only for a moment, Zachariah will run over to the clock radio and turn on some music. Then he will promptly ask for a "hang-gah" (hanger) to use as his microphone.


And as you can see, he will sing his heart out. And the only thing he likes better than singing into a hanger is watching himself in the mirror as he does it.



Sometimes he will give his little vocal cords a break and play the guitar.



And sometimes he will stop smack dab in the middle of a chorus to do a little dance, which never fails to crack me right up.



Or he will just stop and stare at himself... because he is a vain little toddler.



But regardless of when he does during his "vocal breaks", he always comes back with a vengeance when it comes to singing in the "hang-gah".