Today as we drove home from picking up the dry cleaning, we saw some army guys driving army trucks so that was super cool. Charlie asked me probably six times, “How many years ago was Dad an army guy?”
My response was the same each time, “Dad was never in the army.” I think he kept asking because he found this answer disappointing.
Why would anyone NOT want to be in the army? Armies are cool and have guys who wear camo and carry big backpacks full of cool gear. They have guns and hummers and night vision. I mean, geez.
The mind of Charlie is a vivid, imaginative place with gears that never cease ticking and spinning. I don’t always fully understand where he is coming from or what he is getting at, but he brings a free-thinking, unexpected perspective to my life.
Just the other day as Truman watched Cars, Charlie asked me what song was playing as Lightning McQueen heads to California.
“It’s called ‘Life is a Highway,'” I told him.
“Can we sing it for Family Night?” he earnestly asked.
I pictured us sitting in the library/music room of a Monday evening singing an a cappella version of Tom Cochrane’s song famously covered by Rascal Flatts.
Laughter bubbled up and out because “Life is a highway, I want to ride it all night long,” seemed like some weird, oddly fitting lyrics for Family Home Evening.
Ninety-five percent of the time we sing “I Am a Child of God” because we got that puppy down. Occasionally, we’ll try “I Love to See the Temple,” or at Christmas time, “Silent Night.”
Never have we sung Rascal Flatts. But I’m not completely ruling it out.