Disco Salve

Grabbing up my keys on the way out the door this morning, I heard the boom-box crank up. Curious, I started up the stairs. My wife was on her way down, met me halfway with one of those “that is so your child” looks.

CD player in his bedroom was pegged at ten so he could hear it from the bathroom. He was in the shower singing at the top of his lungs. The musical selection this morning: The Chipmunks cover of Funky Town.

I stood there for a few seconds listening to him sing, digging his six year old warble.

Good medicine people. Good medicine.