Last night I got in the tub. It was snowing out, I was cold and I had a beer. Perfect tub time! Except I also had an audience.
Kid2 was at loose ends, we had said they could stay up past their bedtime but she was tired, out of sorts. When she realized I was in the tub, she wanted to join me. I had mounds of bubbles for cover, and I knew it would make her pass out to relax in a tub. So in she hopped.
We soaked and chatted, made epic hand animals with bubbles, and chatted some more. Eventually I was dozing, eyes closed enjoying the peace. I asked her to sing me a song, to help me relax. I had the following warbled to me, to the tune of “Oh Christmas Tree.” I asked her to sing it again this morning, to her father to prove I hadn’t been hearing things.
“Oh mommy-mom, Oh mommy-mom, I love you true-ooooo-ooo-lllly
Your heart is smooth, and round with fat
I love you soooo much more for that.
Oh mommy-mom, oh Mommy-mooooom
I love your big fat heart.”
I’ve been humming it all day. Maybe the fat around my heart is why I felt it surge when I heard her little song.