Sunday, November 4, 2007
My Mind Is Read By An Angel
I'm sitting on the couch paging through the blog, looking for music videos I've posted so that I can tag them "music video." I'm OCD. What can I say? Twin B, my four year-old, sits in a chair across from me, singing in a free-associative sort of way to Grouchy Care Bear, Mousey, Teddy Bear, Arthur's sister, and Chomper, who have been assembled on the couch for circle time. Just as I scroll down to our Crescent Lake vacation photos last summer, Twin B who can't see my laptop screen, starts singing, "We're going to go to Crescent Lake. We're going to drive our car, through the mountains." I look at her. She looks at me. "Is that weird?" she asks, lifting an eyebrow. "No baby, it's not weird." But really, it was. In a really cool way.