Getting dressed for work, I step out of the bedroom to hear Marshall singing this, again. As I approach the living room, I quickly realize he is not in there. In fact, he is in the bathroom, sitting on his potty, belting out his favorite tune. Yes, I got a video of it on the digital camera. Yes, this morning will haunt him for years to come.
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