One lazy Sunday afternoon, I listened to the James Taylor Pandora station while the boys played with their toys in the living room. Periodically, I hummed along with a tune as I read a magazine in my rocking chair. Then, the song "Amie" by Pure Prairie League began to play. I sang along loudly. My husband heard me singing and he joined in the fun. Son #1 smiled at us and started to hum.
Amie what you want to do? We crooned.
I think I could stay with you. We continued our serenade.
For a while, maybe longer if I do. Our singing began to fade as we went about our business.
While we were singing, Son #2 was studying us intently. When we stopped, Son #2 picked up his drum and attempted to keep time with Pure Prairie League as they finished up their song. I watched in amusement. However, my amusement soon turned to amazement as Son #2 belted out the chorus.
Amie what you want to do? Son #2 squeaked.
I tink I wa wa wa you. Son #2 mumbled.
Fa a wa, wa wa wa wa wa I do. Son #2 sang confidently.
Amie what you want to do? Son #2 repeated over and over again as he toddled down the hallway to his room.
I was flabbergasted. Then, I smiled smugly to my husband and blurted out what every proud parent says about their child. "Babe, Son #2 is a genius!"