Hugging my Mommy!

When I pick Grant up from preschool, I don't have any of the other kids with me. It's kind of our own "alone time". And he gets to pick a song to listen to on the way home (it's a 5 minute drive). I rolled the windows down one day because it was getting cooler and we didn't really need the AC on. Well, the wind created much more ambient noise and he couldn't hear his song, so I turned it up. Fast forward a couple days.

"Mommy, can you make my hair move?"

"What Grant?"

"Roll down the windows and make my hair move, please."

Ohhhh! We had been doing the same ritual: pick song, roll down window, turn up music and sing along. That was how he asked me to get it started! Sometimes he picks "We are the Dinosaurs" by Laurie Berkner. Or "Victor Vito" by the same lady. On the day that I'm writing about, he picks Amarillo. Grant loves the song, "Is this the way to Amarillo?" By Tony Christie. Yes, yes I know I posted about this song last month. But there were a few hiccups with the link, etc. Hey, I'm still new at this blogging thing. Anyway, we get home, get out of the car and we're both still singing the song. He's right on top of the words with me. I start the chorus, "Is this the way to . ." and he sings, "Amarillo!" I sing, "Every night I've been hugging my . . " and he blurts out, "Mommy!" (it's supposed to be 'pillow'.) Oh geez, Grant, just go ahead and melt my heart! "Every night I've been hugging my Mommy." My sweet little boy. He loves his Mama!** You can bet he won't be singing that in 10 years when he's 14. Click on the hotlink for each song to hear it and watch the video. The YouTube video is a bunch of British squadies in Iraq lip-syncing to Amarillo. It doesn't get much better than that! This is a picture of Grant near his preschool. We had just parked the car and he jumped out and yelled, "A door! A door!" And I could not figure out what he meant. I said, "Where?" And so he showed me. Ah, a door in the tree. I asked him who could use that door. He said that mice use it to climb the tree because they can't fly like birds. Hmmm. I'll keep an eye out for mice in the tree.




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