Cass loves his MP3 player.
I love watching him discover music.
He came tearing into the bathroom tonight while I had R in the tub, all grins and dancey motions with his shoulders and feet and gave me an earpiece. "Mom! You've got to hear this!"
He forgets that I load his music. But then I seem like the coolest Mom in the world because I know all the good songs.
The little tune playing was...oh eighties flashback, here I come...Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now) and we doodled along in unison for a few minutes, doing jazz hands and not realizing how strange we must look until I turned....
and caught sight of Rosey, sitting very still in her tub, watching her mother and her brother sing (badly) off-key stretches of a song and bopping to a beat that she couldn't hear. So, her expression said, what else is going to happen here?
The song ended. Cass stopped hip-hopping and waited for the next to start.
I started swaying to the first notes, recognizing CCR's Mustang Sally, preparing to be cool (or cool-ish) and mug up a little, and I must have overdone it, because Cass stared.....
Then he raised his eyebrows at me, took back the earpiece, and nicely said 'You've had enough, Mom.'
Um? Oh, okay.....