Sweet Cowen

Today I was washing the dishes and Cowen and Miriam were drying. I was singing (like usual) and putting the kids' names in wherever possible. Usually they love it. This time I made Cowen sad. I was singing "How Much is That Cowen in the Window" and after he said, "I don't like that song." I said, "Why not, buddy?" And he said, "I don't like songs where I have to be in a different family." Aww--neither do I, come to think of it.