Last night, Hubby was kind enough to cook up a big bowl of spaghetti for dinner. While we were eating, Little Middle was showing off by reciting his ABCs and 123s. To add to his performance, Hubby asked him if he would sing a song. "Sure, Dad" said my 3-year-old, "but I can only sing it under the table." So he left his chair, sat underneath the table, and gave us his best rendition of "Thank God I'm a Country Boy." When the song was over, I asked him to come back to his chair and finish his dinner. There was silence, then his small preschool voice called out (with a slight country twang), "I'm stayin' in this hole, and I'm dyin' in this hole."