Friday Shock: He Sings!!!

I have mentioned many times before that Troy and I spend a lot of time singing.
We sing anywhere and everywhere: in the kitchen, in the nursery, in the car, in the tub. We do not pick a special time to sing - any time is good - it's part of our life, part of our day.
The morning ( don't laugh, you guys) usually starts with coming down to the kitchen and singing Di tanti palpiti ( from Tancredi).
He does lighten up every time he hears it. And I do thank God for giving me my little kitchen level mezzo to sing it for him.
Then we drive and sing a lot of operetta, Russian folk songs, Rossini and some Handel.
After work, I pick him up and we drive home and sing on the way back or listen to a CD.
When I fix his dinner and we sing again, most often something folk and melodic. And then when he goes to bed I sing his lullaby to him and sometimes he sings it with me or whenever I stop he encourages me to keep singing by singing it himself.
When he was really young, I would sing and he would listen.
Then he started singing too.
First just a long nice aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, then he learned his Baba's lullaby and shaped up his singing into
ah-ah-aaaah
ah-ah-aaaah
This morning, however, I heard something new.
I was fixing Troy's breakfast, while he was patiently sitting in his high chair, waiting and playing with his new music toy that plays the ABC song if you spin the wheel.
He spinned and spinned and spinned, and the song went on and on and on.
And then I heard him sing:
a-a-a-a with exactly the music of A, B, C, D!!! I mean EXACTLY!!!

Believe me, dear Reader, I am far from being one of those crazy moms who make opera stars out of their babies as soon as they open their mouths!
But I am happy about the little real things that my son does. I am incredibly happy that he likes music and lightens up every time he hears it. And I am happy that he can carry the tune.