Someone passing by on the street may think there is a dead cow, or at least one slowly dying a miserable death, in the upstairs bedroom...but to me and God, it is sweet music...
Ashton is belting out, at the top of his lungs, praise and worshing songs to God. Some lyrics are recognizable, others are quite made up on the fly.
This is "supposed" to be his quiet time...but this is the type of shouting I can handle!
3 comments:
Quick, go find a tape recorder!! That is so cute, I love it.
I wish I could be there to hear it. He's so cute. Grandma
So that's what he was doing while we were on the phone! LOL
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