It is quite a catchy tune.
If you heard it, you would hum along. You might even start singing the simple words…
Rhett means something like a piece of cake.
Rhett means something like a ball.
Rhett means something like a Popsicle.
Ryan even wrote The Rhett Song into a three page book bound with metal rings.
It is like a Rhett Hymnal.
Unfortunately, it is not well received by Rhett. He starts screaming at the first phrase, hum, or even if you simply spell his name.
Don’t sing that song!
The other day blog-Stedman, Rhett and I were sitting at a restaurant table waiting for our lunch to appear. The other boys were in school and Rhett had our undivided attention. Out of the blue he declared…
I am going to change my name and not tell Ryan and Reid.
While trying not to laugh, we agreed that he could do that if he wanted. I asked him what he was going to change his name to and he thought for a minute…
Blah Blah Blah.
Alright! I now have a son named Blah Blah Blah, but shhhhh…don’t tell his brothers.
The day continued and I didn’t think much about it until I was taking the boys up to bed. Ryan was yelling for Rhett.
Rhett! Rhett! Rhett!
There was no answer, but the four year old in my arms had a giggling smile and super mischievous eyes. He whispered to me in glee…
Ryan doesn’t know my name.