I had to help The Pixie say our breakfast prayers.
Not reverent. At all.
I prompted, The Pixie paused.
She spoke one word s-l-o-o-o-w-l-y.
She paused again.
Enough time had lapsed that she forgot what she was going to say.
Over and over. It was a long prayer.
I thought, “Have I lost the others?”
I glanced up and saw The Princess, with her headache, snoring on her arms.
Then I looked at The Pirate.
His fingers were tapping out a silent rhythm on the counter.
His tempo increased and he added head nods.
Suddenly his elbows began flapping up and down – still in prayer position.
And then his head let loose and banged from side to side – with eyes still closed.
Imagine the sight.
He opened his eyes, saw me looking and immediately resumed the Reverent Position.
Years ago, in the grocery store, a three year old Princess was groovin’ to the rhythm of the overhead music. She told me, “Mom, sometimes you just gotta dance!”
I guess that is true – regardless of the music source.