When Mason got in the car today after school, he was bursting with excitement about a new song he learned on the playground. He couldn't wait to sing it for me.
Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna' do?
Whatcha gonna' do
When they come for you?
He had to sing loud, though, because Carter was telling me over and over again that he wanted to go to "Ma Mart" and get some "Rice Christmas Trees." We didn't go to Wal Mart to get Rice Krispies, but I did laugh out loud at my 6-year-old singing the Cops theme at the top of his lungs, like it was the latest cool hit song.
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