Tyler and I had a fun time the other day painting pictures. And for the first time in awhile I decided to play music while we painted. It was one of those things that as you are putting it on you wonder why you don't do it more often. I put on the cd of songs from Luke's and my wedding, and soon, to the curiosity and bewilderment of my darling son I was spinning around the kitchen. Maybe, my sudden urge to dance came from a lack of coffee or too much coffee, too little sleep or not enough exercise, but whatever the reason Tyler (for a minute) was into it.
Then he had a request: he wanted to listen to a lollipop song. We didn't have a lollipop song. I listed out suggestions, tried to make them seem like they were similar to lollipops. An ode to a lollipop: "How Sweet it is to be Loved by You", a song about the ingredients in a lollipop: "Sugar, Sugar" or a song about a girl who must have loved lollipops because they call her "Sweet Caroline". But Tyler would have none of it. The lyrics were important in this case and the words had to show their loyalty by actually singing about "lollipops".
And then I flashed back to my sister's preschool graduation...where cute as can be kiddos (I thought I was a much older sister than the 3 years between us would suggest) danced to the Lollipop Song while holding enormous lollipops.
Not having the footage, I turned to YouTube to help me win "Mom of the Day" award and there was extreme success...an array of options to look at which all included the Lollipop Song. I turned to the original version to start (what's better than the actual Chordettes singing it?), and we danced and danced and danced. Luke came in and started dancing too. Something about the harmonies and the memories, something about dancing in the kitchen, something about singing about lollipops was magical that day. In fact, I still have lollipops singing around in my head.
That day, it was Tyler that had to tell Luke and me: "Okay, we are all done with that one. Time to go outside and play." To which we protested a bit, but then came to understand his reasoning. It was sunny out, and in England you really have to take advantage of that when you can.
So we went out to play, and then soon after dropped Tyler off for his second day of afternoon nursery school. We waited until we were sure he was okay (after the teachers came out in the hall several times to assure us he was happily playing with Bob the Builder blocks), and we scooted back home. Before working, before cleaning, before doing anything, Luke and I looked at each other and smiled.
And we danced to one more Lollipop song, like little kids sneaking another cookie out of the jar.
