In the car on the way home from school, Boo’s favourite song of the moment came on the radio.
“Chasing Cars” by Snow patrol
I unconsciously started singing.
Boo hates that. Shuddup. He hates EVERYONES singing, not just my off key efforts.
Boo turned to me and started singing with me.
We were harmonizing in the car.
He kept looking at me and smiling the sweetest loving smile. No yelling, no screaming, no slapping-me-round-the-head. Just singing along and smiling.
Got a bit difficult to drive for a while there. You see I, um, had something in my eye. Which was causing my vision to become blurred and water to trickle down my face.
Boo kept singing. Boo kept smiling. Boo kept looking at me like I was the most wonderful thing in the world. Even better than a mustard sandwich.
Then we got home. He ran around and opened my car door, like he always does and said:
‘Open the door, open the fucking door’
and then sunk his teeth into the door jamb.
Back to reality. But that bubble of bliss in the car was wonderful while it lasted.
And here for your viewing pleasure (DO NOT watch this with small children in the room!) the inspiration for Boo’s request to open the door. No, I don’t let him watch this sort of thing, I found him watching it this morning when he greeted me with ‘Mee-fucking-ooow’.
Oh, and while I was writing this he pulled out another tooth. A fucking BACK tooth! How the hell does he do it?
I gotta find this kid another hobby. He is going to run out of teeth.