While riding in the car, we were listening to a CD my husband put together for Noah when he was yet in utero. The song Hoppipolla by Icelandic band Sigur Ros came on, and something magical came over my children. Little Noah’s eyes scrunched up in concentration and he bobbed his head to the melody, while Joseph looked dreamily out the window. At the end, he asked me to play it again, and when I did, he said so wistfully, “I could listen to this for one hundred miles…”
Noah has a little white-washed and sage green rocking chair in his room that is a hand-me-down from his Aunt Shell. He pulled it toward his full-length mirror so he could watch himself rock back and forth, back and forth, each time with a bigger and bigger smile. He looked up at me very excitedly and announced, “Mom! I’m the King of Rock!”
While we were playing with toys at Nana’s house, little Joseph passed some very audible wind, and rather than saying “excuse me,” broke out with: “Gooooooood morning, Modesto!”
Aside from being a quote from the movie Monsters vs. Aliens, it seemed an ironic and hilarious comment. I wonder what gave him the idea that gas and Modesto are a funny combo?