In celebration of toys

Last week we had a couple of really warm, beautiful days. Carter took advantage of the weather to organize some of his toys on the deck railing. 

 One by one, he carried them outside and carefully placed them on the rail. Once they were sorted just so, he counted each one. 

"One pickle..."

"...one pawwot..."

"...and three baby worms."

Hmmm... I counted all my toys; now what should I do?

Not surprisingly (this is Carter, after all), he decided on a spontaneous improvised song in honor of his toys. 

Standing there in front of them, he sang about the duckies ("...and they say quack-quack...") the worms ("...wook at my cute wittle worms, all sweeping on the deck..."), the pickle, and of course the parrot ("...and I make him stand up and he's not going to fall down..."). 

It came a a rousing chorus at the end,

complete with exuberant arm gestures, as every song should. 

There is nothing in life that is not worthy of a song.