I was able to spend some time with my daughter and grandson this weekend. We were in the car, radio on, headed to the store and my daughter said to Cormick (who was a bit cranky that day), "Tell Grandma what your favorite Christmas song is." ... Silence... Nada... Not a word. (okay...still cranky). Waited. I finally said, I bet I know. Does it have to do with a man who has a hat? (thinking his fave was "Frosty"). ... Silence... Nada... Not a word. So she and I continued to talk.
All of a sudden we hear from the back seat, "Loud. Mom. Louder." They had been waiting all week to hear the song on the radio. "...I play my best for him, pa rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum..." We sat listening to every word, singing to ourselves. As we were eating dinner, I said to Cormick, "Do you know what my favorite part is? Pa rum pum pum pum." "I like that, too", he says with a huge smile. Turns out he knows the story behind the song. He knows why the "little boy drummer" plays the drum and who he plays the drum for. Another "ahhhhhhh - life is good" moment.