There's a song on the radio lately that I find myself singing to Little Spaghetti as we go about our day-to-day business, and as I spend more of that time chasing him from room to room.
"Cooler Than Me" by Mike Posner
If I could write you a song and make you fall in love
I used up all of my tricks; I hope that you like this
But you probably won't; you think you're cooler than me.
You got designer shades just to hide your face and
You wear 'em around like you're cooler than me.
You never say "hey" or remember my name
And it's probably 'cuz you think you're cooler than me.
I take small solace in the fact that he does - actually - sometimes remember my name. And hearing him say "ma ma ma" is one of the sweetest sounds I've ever known.