Many nights after dinner, Brian and Bennett have a dance party in our living room while I work on the dishes and trying to clean a little. Tonight, as I was washing dishes and Elton John was playing in the background, the littlest member of our family comes dancing into the kitchen with his guitar strapped to his chest. He holds up his right hand in the universal "STOP!" sign and says, "Mommies aren't allowed in our band. They aren't allowed. Only kids." And then he returned to his stage. All serious and stuff. When I came out to retrieve my computer, he reminded me that mommies weren't allowed, but changed his mind as I was walking away. "It's okay mommy. Mommies are allowed now. You can watch."
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