car seat music

Lily is sitting in the carseat quietly talking to herself and I am enjoying the sweet way words form like bells tripping over her tongue, when suddenly, and without warning, the word,

"MOM!"

cuts through the word-song, as thought she's taken my name, scraped it over a cheese grater, and drug it through gravel.

It's only then that I realize you've been asking me questions all this time, and you've awaited your answer long enough. You're not so much angry, as impatient for my attention.



When I reply with a startled, "What?" The sweet word-song continues eeeever so quietly. I can't understand a word, but I sure enjoy the melody.