Sean sat on the edge of the bathtub this morning watching me trying to perform a face lift on myself with a jar of Loreal ultra, energizing, firming, age-defying something or another. It wasn’t going well.
“Want me to sing you a song?” he volunteered, maybe hoping to cheer me up.
“Absolutely!” I agreed.
“Je-jush loves me, dis I know,” he belted out in little boy falsetto, “and Bingo was his name-oh!”
Amusing and oh so wry. The former Catholic school girl in me appreciated the Jesus-Bingo reference. And then I laughed out loud because, actually that was pretty good. And then the boy laughed because he had made his mother laugh.
Forget Loreal. It’s amazing what a good laugh first thing in the morning can do for your countenance.