As we were driving along on a beautiful spring day, Q said, “LOOK! Der’s Flosty the Snowman!”.
“Where?” I asked.
“THERE! RIGHT there!” he replied excitedly.
I had an Emperor’s New Clothes moment. Should I pretend to see this mysterious (and probably imaginary) snowman or should I…
“I don’t see him. Hummm” I replied noncommittally.
“Remember the Flosty movie?” he asked me. Then I heard a voice singing lustily,”Flosty the snowman was a jolly happy soouuull.” The song was sweet even if the season was wrong. I decided to join in.
“With his corn cob pipe and his button nose and two eyes made out of coal!” I sang along, thinking to myself, “Self, isn’t this great! You are having a conversation with your child and bonding. Good job self! Memories of singing with mom in the car are being formed…”
“NoOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooo! That’s not RIGHT! Flosty the snowman was a JOLLY HAPPY SOUL! Why you singing it wrong Momma! Don’t sing that! That’s not RIGHT!” He was pretty annoyed.
I turned on the radio. It’s March anyway.