My Days are now in Song
I’ve been home for too long and apparently have had too few conversations with adults. I’ve been off for a few weeks and have spent the majority of that time with a child who only utters a few simple things… more like breaths with some noises attached. He’s experimenting with passing air over his vocal cords. We’ve had lots of one-sided conversations, most of them in song. It’s like a chess game with myself… again, in song. “Oh, you’re gonna play the knight I see… then I guess my rook it will have to be.” Most of these conversations end with me singing, “No more rhymes… I mean it!” And I wait and wait and wait, but he never answers. So I do and laugh, “Anybody want a peanut!” I laugh and swear that this is the end of that game, but I get slap-happy, and it starts all over again. I’ll trip over a toy and sing about why Daddy is such a klutz. The rhymes never make any sense and often start with, “Take it from me, boy…” […]