Violet doesn't like the car ride home on Tuesday night. Swim class is on that night, and it might be the dark or it might be too close to her bedtime, but she spends most of the ride crying if we don't do something to keep the tears at bay. Tonight, my wife and I dueted our way through a set of Five Little Monkeys, We're Going On a Bear Hunt, and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (my wife sang lead. I was mostly backup). Almost a year ago, I wrote a post about children's music, and how I wasn't sure if I could bear listening to whole albums worth of the stuff. Although we're not at the point where we own stacks of it, I have somehow become someone who knows all the words to "We're Going on a Bear Hunt". Tonight, there we were, belting 'em out like Raffi. Kids will push into places you never imagined.
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