“Rock a bye baby in the tree top. When the straw house another straw house . . .” Ricky loves to sing and has no problem changing the words to his songs. We’ve been reading a lot of the Three Pigs lately and so yesterday as we were driving around, Ricky noticed that we have a lot of houses made of sticks (homes under construction) and houses made of bricks around town. Then I showed him that we have houses made of straw, too (hay stacks). So, on our way home from Grandmama’s last night, Billy was fussing and Ricky was singing to him, when we passed a hay stack. The song came out like the line above. It then changed to the tune of Oh, My Darling Clementine and went “Straw houses, straw houses, brick houses, too . . .” Kevin and I were having a good time chuckling at our little singer.