+ A great way to spend an evening +
I MUST be PMS'ing, or having some other hormonal imbalance, considering how emotional I got last night. It's all PBS's fault. And that dang-blasted Peter, Paul and Mary.

You see, we were happily watching the dreadful American Idol garbage when the phone rang. It was Grandpa, calling for Daddy. Daddy retired to the office to talk with him so he wouldn't disturb us. Sick of watching AI, and looking for something a bit more entertaining, I decided to channel-surf a bit. When what to my wondering eyes did appear? Peter, Paul and Mary on PBS. Now, I must point out here that I have this unnatural love of PP&M. I blame that on my own mother. She came of age in the late sixties, so much of my own musical upbringing was a bit folk- and hippie-tinged. To this day, I am taken back to early childhood by certain songs by PP&M, The Beatles or Neil Diamond. I know, it's sad really.

Anyway, so there was this special. And me, with a glass of wine (okay, maybe a second glass of wine, what of it?!). And you, roaming the living room antagonizing the doggie. So they start to talk, then they start to sing. My favorites... Lemon Tree, Blowin' in the Wind, Leaving on a Jet Plane, If I Had a Hammer. And the best part of the whole damned thing?

YOU loved it.

You would stop your doggie antics as soon as a song would start, then bounce up and down if you were sitting or - get this! - walking in circles, bouncing up and down if you were standing. That's your new thing. You rotate in 3 or 4 circles, DANCING! It's craziness. On top of that? You make this talky-singy thing, singing along. OMG it's just about the cutest thing I've ever seen you do. I was actually moved to tears last night. Thank goodness Daddy was on the phone the whole hour or he would have thought me certifiable.

So, yeah, needless to say I am planning to buy some PP&M CD's since I can't find my old ones. We're going to start listening to them in the car. I can't wait to hear you actually singing along one day.