Caedmon sang in “big church” yesterday. And when I say “sang,” I use the term loosely. Because I don’t think I’ve ever heard the child sing much of anything. He’s just not a singer. He’ll say the words to the song, but he doesn’t sing them. And he’s really good at saying the last word of each phrase. Husband has declared that he’ll be the “random dancing guy who says a word here and there” for a band. He could totally do it.
But he was excited to sing in big church. And he was right up front.
He was into those motions, huh?
Maybe we’ll work on it a bit and have the rest of the words down by Christmas.
And maybe not.