The other night I sang "Cool" from West Side Story to Lowell after dinner. Back in the day I was a music theater performer so I can really ham it up (if you are completely mortified for me now that would be appropriate). I have never seen him laugh so loud. He literally fell to the floor and rolled around in a giggle convulsion. When I stopped he begged for more. And, who am I to refuse my audience? So I took it up a notch. Loooooots of Jerome Robbins moves, snaps and pow-pows! He was in hysterics.
The warm glowy feeling that comes from making your little kidlet laugh ranks pretty near the top of human emotional responses that I have experienced. It really does feel as if your insides are melting. In a good way. Of course the thought did occur to me that he was actually laughing at me... Wouldn't be the first time I was laughed at by an audience. Oh, will you haunt me forever Damn Yankees?! *Sniff*
I've said too much, haven't I?
Posted by: LetterB | November 15, 2006 at 04:36 PM
i'm afraid so...
Posted by: kara | November 15, 2006 at 04:42 PM
I know all the songs and all the moves to Chorus Line and Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. Since I was 12. You rock on with your dork self, sistah.
Posted by: Mignon | November 15, 2006 at 08:20 PM
Whiz! Bang! Pow!
Posted by: LetterB | November 16, 2006 at 12:35 AM
You are awesome.
Posted by: Feral Mom | November 16, 2006 at 12:41 AM
I am jealous. I can't dance, not even when I am alone.
Posted by: Marcy | November 16, 2006 at 04:02 PM
Don't underestimate the power of Rodgers and Hammerstein, either.
Posted by: langerloksh | November 20, 2006 at 11:53 AM
Amen, sister.
Posted by: LetterB | November 20, 2006 at 06:43 PM