A rock concert broke out in our play room this morning. It was about 7:00am. Ryan and Sammie had their home made, poster board guitars out along with the battery operated microphone. Ryan kicked things off by singing "A Barbie World", which I think is supposed to be "A Party World" because the Gabriella doll from High School Musical sings it when you push the button on her back and I don't think she'd be singing about Barbie. Then it was Jim's turn and he belted out a rousing rendition of "Hey There Delilah" while the girls strummed their guitars in their pajamas and I sipped my coffee.
"Mommy, dance!" Sammie insisted.
"Ooh, I haven't had a full cup of coffee and haven't really stood on my feet yet this morning, honey. My arms can dance though," I offered. She was appeased by my waving arms and Ryan hit the applause button on the microphone.
"Your turn, mom" Ryan said as she handed me the microphone.
"Hmm...okay." Clearing my throat and taking one more sip of coffee, I grabbed the microphone.
"He was born in the summer of his 27th year, coming home to a place he'd never been before. He left yesterday behind him, da dah da dah dah da, you can say he found the key to every door. Colorado Rocky Mountain High...."
I couldn't help but notice that the girls held their guitars down by their sides and were just staring at me. They looked to daddy for guidance. Was she for real? What the heck was that song? Jim couldn't help them. He looked at me, shook his head and rescinded the microphone from my hands. Jim started doing a Chuck Berry one legged hop across the room as he played air guitar and they had a little impromptu jam session. Guitar Hero here we come.
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