...and he sings

This morning as Trevor is showering, he starts a robust rendition of “A Whole New World.”

Aladdin’s part starts, and he’s really getting into it.

Then it switches to Jasmine’s part. He starts busting it out, in the highest pitched voice he can manage. He duets between low and high, getting really into the song.

Then he switches gears and starts singing something else, but replacing the words with “Brittney” and “you’re beautiful” and “I love you.”

He does this all the time. He’s always singing some song to me. It’s hysterical. And SO CUTE.

Then he starts a new song, is getting really into it, dancing a little (he’s at the bathroom sink fixing his hair, I’m watching from the bedroom – he has no idea I’m watching/listening) and singing more intensely. Then he lets out a huge fart, says, “whoaaaaa”, giggles a little bit, clearly impressed with himself, and then starts singing again. It was the funniest thing ever (the Schauerhamer boys are all known for their flatulence. Just what I wanted in a husband, for sure!).