This morning, while Katelyn sat in the living room watching PBS Kids, Zachary and I were in my bedroom playing. We piled up all the pillows and blankets in a mountain on the bed. Zachy was laughing his head off as I lifted him up and dropped him down into the pillows over and over.
He's having more fun than Disneyland, I thought to myself, when all of a sudden he became distracted. He rushed to the edge of the bed and insisted that I help him down immediately, then he took off running down the hallway and in a flash he was gone.
I was confused. What did he hear that could be better than this, I wondered, so I perked up my ears. All I could hear was music coming from the living room:
I laughed out loud. I remember being that excited when I was a little girl, too.


