At least he didn’t throw a tomato
December 30, 2008Many nights, during bath time, Besh and I will sing a song or two in the tub. For the last few weeks, although it has felt more like a bazillionty years, he’s wanted to sing Feliz Navidad (where he leaves out the word “heart” on the last line of English, but still holds the long note, so it comes out “From bottom of myyyyYYYYYyyyyyyYyYyYy”). Last night, he was grooving on “Good Morning, Baltimore,” his favorite song from Hairspray (which we had watched in the theater the night before and in the car that night).
After bath we went into his room to get into pajamas. I was holding up the pajama pants, not realizing I was humming the song. Once he got both legs in the PJ pants he gave me a big kiss.
“I kiss your cheek,” he said. “Stop singing now.”
