That's the routine.
Though I do sing to my kids quite frequently, the nighttime "song" is always played off my iPhone, and the kids get to pick if they want "rock 'n' roll" or "something mellow." They almost always pick the former, and then the get to bounce around and show off their moves right before laying their precious heads down. The last burst of energy for the day.
I particularly like it when they pick "something mellow," because it doesn't happen very often (usually only when they are trying to con me into a second song). Tonight Porter said "let's hear a mellow song, 'Find Yourself' (from 'Cars')." It was our road trip song from last year, and he's always been sentimental about it, the sensitive child that he is. I was happy to oblige.
"Okay, then," I said, "crawl into bed and I'll tuck you in and we can listen."
Porter quietly protested, "but I want to do Tai-chi."
Sometimes I just stare at my child with my jaw open for longer than is appropriate. "Alright, then. Let's see it."
Not only did the child do the best inexperienced-but-feeling-it Tai-chi ever (in my opinion), but he influenced his sister to do the same. So we did Tai-chi before bed tonight and reflected on our lives as we found ourselves once again.
All thanks to Po.
Once again.
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