…it bears reminding that there are small wonders we should be thankful for.
His face lights up every time we say yes and head for the living room, where he switches on the TV by himself1, sits up straight in the couch throughout and hangs on every note, clapping with glee when appropriate and displaying the same kind of resolve when he resolutely says “no” and asks for “one more” when we try to pry him from the couch.
And on a good day, he smiles all the while until he falls asleep on my lap (which is seldom, given his supercharged state nearly every time of the day) and goes to bed happy without throwing a tantrum.
It’s not completely surprising, for we’ve had the DVD for nigh on a decade and I’ve always thought it one of the most compelling and rewarding live recordings ever, but it’s fun for a number of reasons, not the least of which regarding a family joke where I am supposed to be one sixteenth Irish (from where I were to have distilled both my wit and my annoying sense of humor).
And I’ve certainly had my fill of music over the years, but it’s well worth watching my offspring enjoy my adopted heritage of sorts at such an early and unbiased age…