He pads into my room in the early dawn, clutching his stuffed monkey. As he makes himself over to my side of the bed, he pauses for his obligatory morning hug and kiss before climbing into bed between me and his mommy.
As part of the routine, I grab the iTouch charging on my nightstand and hand it to him to entertain himself while I try and catch a few more minutes of sleep. Before long, he is sitting on the bed, legs crossed in front of him, with his face buried in the iTouch.
When this routine first started a few months ago, the iTouch was all about the race car video games. But recently, after I showed him the music and set up a playlist just for him, he’s been enthralled with the music. And today, he is sitting in his familiar cross-legged position with his back to me. He is slowly rocking side to side in time to the music. And then, I hear him singing…
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He’s the song in the car I keep singing
Don’t know why I do
He is singing Taylor Swift’s Teardrops On My Guitar. And he knows the words. And his little 4-year-old voice matches Taylor’s note for note. From behind, I can tell that he’s looking down at the iTouch. I wonder what he is looking at so I rise from my bed slowly and make my way around to the front of the bed. I glance at the iTouch resting in TheMonk’s lap. He is oblivious to me so I can easily see what he’s looking at. Gazing, actually.
And there it is. TheMonk is gazing at the lovely face of Taylor Swift.
I’d say he’s smitten.
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