It’s a rainy Friday April afternoon and as I try to write this post, I’m a little bit at a loss where to start. There’s a lot on my mind: upcoming return to work, Avi making these funny new clicking sounds, the desire to make myself another pot of coffee, and at what point can you say that your slouchy boyfriend jeans are a too slouchy, i.e. you look like you’re wearing mom jeans. I contemplate important questions, folks, don’t ever doubt that.
I know that there are things I promised to write about – and I will – when I have more time to tweak and edit, but today, I want to talk about friendship. These days I sing a lot of friendship songs with Avi – or to be exact – for Avi. Our nanny got him this CD of Russian children’s songs – the songs of my childhood – and I get to relive my wee years by singing along to Avi. He loves it so much, you’d think he got front-row seats to his favorite act, and maybe, in a way, he has. I’m no Pavarotti, but Avi thinks I’m bloody brilliant. As far as he’s concerned I deserve a Grammy for my covers of Russian Winnie the Pooh songs. Taylor Swift, you better watch out.