Monday, January 26, 2009

Letter Twelve

Dear Luke,

You've taken to requesting that you and your dad play percussion instruments while singing your nightly songs. Specifically: you play the egg, and your dad must play either the conga or that little ridged thingie with a stick, sort of, that sounds like, RRRRREEEEE-eee-eeee, RRRREEEEE-ee-eeee! (I have no idea what that's called, but by the time you can read this you probably will. And you'll be mortified at how lame your mama is.)

Anyway, it's nothing short of joy on a stick to hear the two of you up there, playing your respective instruments as you shout, SPIDER-MAN! SPIDER-MAN! DOES WHATEVER A SPIDER CAN!

Thanks, kiddo. You make every single day brighter. Even when you're driving me crazy and even when I get upset and yell, you make every day brighter and I adore you with more than I knew my heart could hold.

Your Mama

3 comments:

persephone said...

love, LOVE this visual.

(is it by any chance a gragger?)

persephone said...

oops. that didn't work. try again:

gragger

Emma said...

How rude of me, not responding sooner! No, it's not a gragger, I think it's from the Caribbean? Sometimes they are shaped like fish, since the ridges on them sort of resemble scales?