If you chance to meet a . . . what?

This morning Cameron pounced on my bed, like he does every morning at 6:30 a.m. He's my little alarm clock. He brings me toys and I vroom cars and bounce stuffed animals with one eye open. It's not as easy as it sounds to come up with kid-friendly plot lines when my last thoughts were of being lost on a beach with bad-boy Sawyer, in a most-delicious dream . . .


Ahem. As I was saying.


Today Cameron brought us 2-inch plastic slinkies--a black one for him, a purple one for me.


Look! It's a circle. Now it's a spy glass. Snap it on your nose and you're a witch doctor.


Then he arched one into a frown on his face.


I hummed, "Hum hum hum hum humhumhum....." and asked, "do you know that song?"


"Yep," said Cameron.


"If you chance to meet a  . . . " I sang, pausing for Cam to fill in the blank.


"FRIEND," he said.


I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, waiting for a sign that he was teasing me. But he was serious.


Oh, what a sad song that would be to learn in nursery!


If you chance to meet a friend, do not let it stay!
Quickly turn it upside down and smile that friend away!


Poor little guy. It's a wonder he's as normal as he is, thinking that this happy song at church is really about how to get your classmates to take a hike and leave you the heck alone.