Yesterday during lunch I put on some music, Putumayo’s World Playground.
You stopped what you were doing, looked at the stereo, put down your ratatouille, and started bopping your head a bit. Then after a little bit, you started rocking your arms back and forth, in your version of the funky chicken, proceeding to decorate your surroundings in aubergine and courgette.
Dancing! My baby boy has started the beginnings of dancing! You recognized the music and somewhere inside of you, an urge to move was awakened.
In other news, I believe that sharing a plate of pitted cherries with you at gouter is just about my favorite thing in the whole world.