I will admit, my mind was elsewhere. I wasn't paying that much attention, instead thinking about what to make for dinner and which letters to mail out and oh God I forgot to do thank you notes! and so on.
It took awhile to register that C was whispering in the back seat. Humming a little tune. I switched off the radio and leaned back to just hear him.
Banging his toys together, he was crooning
"High heels, high heels.
I love my high heels."
I was pretty sure this wasn't on any of his CDs. And the last song the radio played wasn't about footwear. I cleared my throat.
M:Honey? Where did that song come from?
C: I heard it on television.
M:Really. What were you watching?
C: Foster's. Hey, I made a pumpkin today for you! It's full of paper. And I painted it orange!
(a few minutes of talk about his art project, then he started messing with his toys again)
High heels, high heels....
M: Hey, honey, what's that song about?
C: Cars. Like my orange one.
The orange car? A Hot Wheel.