Required Singing

I am back on God's little acre, having had a joyful visit to the land of the eighteen month old. It is a wondrous place -- I got properly introduced to Nemo -- melodic, music-filled , dreamy. Giggly, positive songs, except for the improbable Dinosaur, Dinosaur, Lonely and Blue. My grandson sings and dances to music in his happy head. Songs he sings with his parents, songs he listens to from his backseat driver's position in the car.

I feel, I feel, I feel like a morning star, they sing. He pronounces it mowneen staw. He feels, he feels, he feels like a mowneen staw.

Everytime I fly I get sick. Airbourne or no Airbourne. These mornings have not been very starrish, more like a mucus commercial. I learned something in eighteen month world , though, that lovely place where every question is answered . I want to continue it here, in 57 year old world as positive reinforcement.

So I'm singing I feel, I feel, I feel like a morning star, as I'm croaking to get my coffee. Oh, I love my little boy.