Over the past month or so, I've started listening to songs with the girls before bed. We'll say our prayers, get snuggled in and then listen to a relaxing song or two, depending on the time. If it's two songs, we each get to pick one. This actually started with Littlest. One day she wanted to listen to a Sarah McLachlan song. If you knew me in the '90's when I was going to the Lilith Fair festivals, you would know that this is a weak spot for me. So we spent the next several nights drifting off to sleep while Sarah sang about being in the arms of an angel. Pretty relaxing.
Eventually the other girls caught wind of this and they wanted in on the action. I was filled with shock and awe and pride when the first song Middlest ever wanted to listen to was 'Boy named Sue.' Maybe not the most relaxing, but she asked for Johnny Cash! How could I refuse that. It all worked out when I played her some Sarah after. A few days later she asked to hear 'Perfect.' Without missing a beat, I said, 'One Direction?' Why do I know that?!
As time goes on, I'm having to dig a bit deeper into my musical vaults to find calm and soothing songs. My sister would be happy to know that there has been some Corey Hart lately and that he has been pleasantly received. Except for a few years of teenage denial, I've always liked Corey Hart. I even owned Boy in the Box. After that, my sister bought all his albums, so there was no reason for me to. But I do have his greatest hits on CD and now on iTunes.
After Littlest and I listened to 'Chase the Sun' one night, she wanted to know what he looked like. So I showed her the album cover. Then she wanted to know what he looked like when he smiled (she felt it was a very serious picture). So we did a quick google image search. As it turns out, I don't believe Corey Hart smiled during the eighties. He was too busy perfecting the brooding look I guess. We did find a picture from 2011 with a slight smile, but definitely no teeth. Littlest then decided that he must be a very serious person. She said, 'I wonder why he doesn't smile more. He should. I smile all the time.' I replied, 'Yes, yes you do. And I love it. Goodnight.'
I don't want to name any names for this next story, just so I don't embarrass anyone. This way they can all deny it. We were laying there listening to the smooth sounds of 'Never Surrender', the child with her eyes closed and me rubbing her back. Then a hand came up to her face, a finger came out, gave a little poke in her nose and then went into her mouth. I snickered. 'Having a little night lunch?' I asked. She wondered what I was talking about and I told her what I witnessed. Then she giggled a bit and closed her eyes again. We laid there a few more minutes and then she asked, 'Dad, do boogers have sugar bugs?' There's a question I didn't ever anticipate answering. Looking back, maybe I should have answered yes, it might have been a deterrent. But then it probably would have meant a trip back to the bathroom to brush teeth again. I simply giggled to myself, said no and kissed her forehead goodnight. Later.