Max was sitting on the couch this evening playing with my guitar.
“Mom,” he said, “Do you know why I danced so much when I was in your tummy?” He really did dance. Everytime that child heard music he got down and boogied. It was a crazy 9 months being pregnant with that child.
“No babe,” I said trying to pick up the chaotic living room. “I don’t know–Why did you dance so much?”
“I was in a rock band…you know…before I was born. I played guitar.” The guitar was in his lap and he was strummin’ along casually now as though to make his point. He is one with the guitar.
“Oh…” I said completely charmed with the direction this conversation was taking. “Were you in a rock band while you were in my tummy or before…”
“No mom, BEFORE…When I was an angel.”
“Oh, I see” I say “In heaven”
“Yeah mom…God set me up. You know…in the band. We broke up when we all got sent here to earth. I am trying to find ’em now so we can rock down here.”