Occasionally, my wife works from home. I like this because I get to see her more and the little guy likes it because Mommy is home too. I don’t think she is always prepared for how we spend our days though.
“I want to dance.”
“Okay, honey, I’ll turn on some music,” said Mom. She then turned the TV to the Siirus stations and left it on “Kids Music.”
“No, Mommy, not that!”
“Here, you keep working. I’ve got this one.” I jumped in and started turning it to the right station.
“What do you listen to for dancing?” I asked.
“Hair Nation.”
“What is Hair Nation?” My wife asked.
“Show her, Bubb…” And with that, he held up his pinky, thumb and forefinger and stuck his tongue out.
“Heavy metal?” she asked, slightly disgusted.
“This is my rocker face, Momma.”
“What are you teaching him?” she asked, the sounds of a Whitesnake song drifting through the living room.
“Can I help it if the kid has taste?”
The little guy set off bouncing around the living room and spinning in great circles to the beat of the music, only stopping occassionally to cure the onset of dizziness. The dogs ran for cover and the cat hid behind the couch.
“Are you still okay to work?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“He can’t usually dance for long. The dizziness gets to him after a few minutes and then he calms down.”
“How did he get to like this kind of music?”
“Came on the radio one day in the kitchen and he really liked it, so I put it on in here.”
“Great, one more thing he takes after you on.”
I just smiled.
