I busted the song "Frere Jacques" out for a recent bedtime, and it's become a Harry favorite.
His two-year-old translation of the title: "Fairy Gotcha."
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We went to a barbeque at Aunt Angie's house recently, where Harry monopolized the push cars that some other kids had brought. Our little dictator gave each adult present a turn pushing him up and down the block though, ordering PaPa, NaNa, uncles, aunts and strangers to "push Harry." Since then, he frequently says: "I go Angie's party?"
"Uncle Joe push you."