Yesterday, on my way home from work, I turned the corner onto my street and spotted Ray on the sidewalk with Amy. Ray had his little push-wagon, as usual, and when he saw me walking toward him, he threw up his arms (we've been playing "So Big!" which he loves) and then started pushing his cart toward me. As he neared, I started to hear some faint music. About halfway to me, he stopped and started "dancing" (rhythmically bobbing up-and-down at the knees). I got a little closer and saw that Amy had given him a little transistor radio for his cart, which was playing "Sexual Healing" by Marvin Gaye.
So that was my greeting last night: a squealing 1-year old rushing toward me and bopping to Marvin Gaye!
Amy says he also loves playing with the knobs and that she never thought she'd have to be telling him to turn the music down until he was a teenager.
