They had a gift shop at Bays Mountain, and I told Tristan he could pick something out. He wanted this space shuttle. After we got home, he sat in the floor and made up a song about it. It went like this...
London plane is falling down,
falling down, falling down.
London plane is falling down,
my fair lady.
London plane is burning up,
burning up, burning up.
London plane is burning up,
my fair lady.
Where does he get these ideas???
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