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| Pure magic inside that head! |
Tracy was sitting there, bobbing to her favourite song.
Or at least her favourite-right-this-moment song.
Finally she turned to her mom.
“Mom, what’s that song?”
Her mom looked at her. “What song?”
Here’s where I should explain that the song four-year-old Tracy
was bobbing to was running through her head.
And only in her
head.
“That song in my head.”
See?
Her mom smiled at her. “I don’t know what song it is.”
“Yes you do! You know . . . that song!”
“Why don’t you try singing a bit of it and then I can help
you.”
Tracy puckered up her little face and made a couple of
noises. Then she sighed in frustration and said, “I can’t!”
“Well are there any words? You could tell them to me and I’d
know.”
Again that earnest ‘I’m trying’ face. Again the sigh of
defeat.
Suddenly the little girl brightened. “I know!” she said
excitedly. “Come over here!”
Obligingly, her mom moved closer.
“Now put your ear here against mine!” Tracy commanded. “Then
you’ll hear it!”
At last! the solution to the 'I've-got-a-song-stuck-in-my-head-and-I-haven't-a-clue-what-it-is' conundrum.
At last! the solution to the 'I've-got-a-song-stuck-in-my-head-and-I-haven't-a-clue-what-it-is' conundrum.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be four again?
Things were so simple then.
P.S. Her mom never mentioned whether or not she heard anything . . .
