mixing it up

PC and I had a morning home together today--a rare thing. We started by reading a book about colors, then we advanced to playtime down stairs and an attempt at a "schedule." I say attempt because it was clear, throughout the morning, that he clearly understood something was different. I am not the person he sees most mornings, or plays with or eats with, and he certainly does not take his morning nap in his mom and dad's bedroom. This he made clear to me. Eventually, though, we worked things out. We rocked Radiohead's "Fake Plastic Trees," became tearful and lonely singing "Red River Valley," and shouted out our self-esteem with a, uh, evolving version of Christina Aguilera's "Beautiful." He thinks guitars and singing are magic.