I hear a cheerful little voice in the back seat of the car. It slowly filters to the forefront of my consciousness, which is otherwise occupied with darker subjects: route – finding, marriage-puzzling, and dinner planning (simultaneously).
“I love ham and cheese,” she sings. I start listening, curious.
“I love pink and parple,” the song continues.
What a lovely outlook on life, to sing about what you love rather than rant about what you hate. Mommy is taking notes.