We were in the car yesterday and Superstition comes on the radio. I turn it up a bit, cause-come on, it’s Stevie Wonder you can’t not.
From his car seat, Joseph says, “Mommy, who is singing this song?”
“It’s Stevie Wonder. A good song, yeah?”
Joseph considers a minute then says, “When I grow up, I want to be Stevie Wonder.”
He knows a beat, I have to say. Tonight, Joseph came down post bath and pre-pjs (naked, in other words) to give me a kiss and finagled “just a little while, 2…no, 5 minutes” of playtime. I had the Michael Jackson movie on (the one about the concert that never happened) in the background and Joseph starts grooving his little sun-starved bod to the beat. “I like that guy. He has sparkly pants!” He mimics some hand motions and a twisty-foot spin then sits down to line up Matchbox cars.
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