I've been singing Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds" to Marshall since his first night in the big wide open. Somewhere among his growing up time, we traded in lullabys for bed time stories of bears and dragons.
Recently, he has started to bring home songs from school. Monkeys and crocodiles and unintelligible mumblings. All very impressive. Until, out of the blue, he started singing "Three Little Birds." Creepy.