A Life Lit Up

The little guy and I were driving to Trader Joe's (Yay, they finally made it here!!!) the other night.  He loves playing "Guess what Music this is" with me.  For some reason he pulled up a list of songs that had won awards, Oscars and such, and was playing a bit and expecting me to guess it right away.  Well, it turns out I absolutely don't suck at that.  I was rockin' about 75%.

And then a tune came on that I knew from my very core.  A tune I even used to play on the piano.  A tune I had to start singing...loudly...as soon as I pulled into the parking lot.


Me:  "Oooh, I know this one!!!"

Little guy:  "What is it?"

Me:  "So many nights..." I crooned.

Little guy:  "What's the name of the song, mom?"

Me:  "I'd sit by my window..."

Little guy:  "Mom..."

Me:  "Waiting for someone to sing me his song."

Little guy:  "Um..."

Me:  "So many dreams I've kept deep inside me..."

Little guy:  "God..."

Me:  "Alone in the dark, but now you've come along."

Little guy:  "MOM!!"

Me:  "I'm getting to it!  And...here it is, kid...you light up my life..."

click.  silence.

Me:  "Hey, I was just getting rolling."

Little guy:  "You won the game, mom.  It's over now."

Me:  "Oh," as I got out of the car.  "You give me hope..."

Little guy:  "Do you want me to stay with you in the store?"

Me:  "OK.  I'll stop.  Let's play again on the way home!!"


And we did!

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Lookin' good...Feelin' wimpy

So the young one has been totally manning up lately.  Not the rising to the occasion and taking care of stuff kind of way...a little, but that's not what I'm talking about.  I mean in the bulky muscles kind of way.  It's something to behold that kind of transformation that comes with absolutely no effort, purely built by teenage boy testosterone.

As he walked around the kitchen tonight in a muscle shirt...


Me:  "You are so good lookin'."


He looks at me, comes over beside me, leans in and...


Little guy:  "You have tiny muscles."


Hmmmm...not sure what the right response is, but I'm pretty darn sure it isn't "Thank you."

Might just be a good time to ask him to tighten his abs and let me sock him in the stomach a few times.  It's win-win.  He feels like a stud...I get to slug him.

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