One Sign You're Raising Your Kids Right
Our eldest and I were idling about the kitchen a couple of days ago, not doing anything in particular. I was probably putting dishes away, and he was probably choosing to be in my space because that's what kids do.
I looked over at him at one point and saw that he was doing laps around our tiny butcher block table, running his fingers along the thick edges of the chopping surface and humming absently to himself. At first the notes were random, but ultimately they gathered themselves into a familiar little melody.
My heart swelled with pride when I recognized it as the trumpet fanfare that NPR uses to announce news at the top of the hour.
I looked over at him at one point and saw that he was doing laps around our tiny butcher block table, running his fingers along the thick edges of the chopping surface and humming absently to himself. At first the notes were random, but ultimately they gathered themselves into a familiar little melody.
My heart swelled with pride when I recognized it as the trumpet fanfare that NPR uses to announce news at the top of the hour.
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