The sounds of home
I'm sitting in my chair slugging through the homework. All the while I hear the sounds of the boy, narrating his life and vocalizing the thoughts that come through his head. I hear him singing, nonsense sounds, rhyming over and over. He moves between opera and rap and sweetness to Christmas tunes. Mostly its just background noise, but occasionally I tune in to the words. So far today I heard a refrain of "feels like guacamole in my pants, pants, pants" and an operatic ditty with the words Afghanistan, frenemy, mountain, and blue (I couldn't make it out completely). I heard the musical version of a Bey Blade attack from launch to destruction ("You're going down, down in a whirling frenzy of doom'). I even got an "I love my awesome mama" song as I prepared him lunch.
A few minutes ago he looked up at me, smiled and said, "I don't know why I love singing, mama, I just can't stop!"
Sounds like a good day to me.
A few minutes ago he looked up at me, smiled and said, "I don't know why I love singing, mama, I just can't stop!"
Sounds like a good day to me.
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