I watched him throw his oatmeal bowl   Halfway across the kitchen floor   His momma said don't let me see you do that anymore      And he let loose with a cup of orange juice   Right down the back of her dress   Without a doubt she lined him out   Then cleaned up the mess      Now he is just a chip off of the old block   Just like me we keep her on her toes a lot      But when he cries she'll match him tear for tear   When he laughs she'll grin from ear to ear   When he's wrong they'll stand there face to face   She can put him in his place   Side by side and hand in hand   She'll talk with daddy's little man   He knows that she's done her part   I'm watching God's love grow   Heart to heart      He'll grow to be six foot three   Yeah he's gonna be just like me   He'll be tall and play football   But he'll always be a momma's boy      And when he cries she'll match him tear for tear   When he laughs she'll grin from ear to ear   When he's wrong they'll stand there face to face   She can put him in his place   Side by side and hand in hand   She'll talk with daddy's little man   He knows that she's done her part   I'm watching God's love grow   Heart to heart