The other night we went to dinner at one of my favorite local restaurants. Besides having fabulous food, they also play fabulous music. As the kids were coloring, and J.R. and I were actually having a real conversation, I stopped everyone and asked, "Whose singing this song?" to my kids. Both of them perked up their ears, and then JJ grinned and enthusiastically said, "James Taylor!" Ah, it does a mama's heart proud! It wasn't even one of his hits, but JJ knows his voice, having been steeped in James Taylor and The Doobie Brothers while in the womb.
And as a side note, for those of you you don't personally know me, I mention James Taylor in the hopes that one of these days, the six degrees of separation will kick in, and somehow I will get to meet the man--again. (I'll save that story for a day with nothing going on!) My daughter, Sarah Maria, is named for an old song of his from the Gorilla album, probably still my favorite of his. So suffice it to say, we are all fans!
But back to the restaurant . . . another song came on a few minutes later, and JJ was rocking out while coloring. I said, "This kind of song is called 'the blues.'" Sarah said, "Like my dress," as she stood up and lifted her dress. "And like your shirt," as she pointed to my shirt. "And like my panties," as she pulled down her leggings and shows off her, yes, blue panties. It's a good thing that things like that don't give her mama the "Blue Pantie Blues!!!"
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