This evening after we had finished up with dinner, I found myself in the living room, enjoying kind of a nice, quiet moment on the couch. Lindsey was in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes — and our little monkey was under the kitchen table, “reading books” (i.e. pointing at the pictures and jabbering softly to herself).
Nice and peaceful, right?
Well, it wasn’t too long before I heard that familiar popping sound coming from my phone, notifying me that something “important” had happened in the world of Facebook…
(But let’s be honest here, is there really ever ANYTHING important that comes from Facebook?)
But, since there wasn’t too much else going on at the moment, I decided to check it out — and sure enough, it was just a little video that someone had posted in one of our family groups.
Might as well watch it, I guess…
The video itself wasn’t anything to write home about, but the moment it started playing, my attention was totally drawn away by the frantic pitter-patter of little feet, stampeding toward me from the kitchen.
Our little girl doesn’t really get much “screen time” most days. We don’t have cable TV or Netflix or anything like that — and we really don’t watch too many movies. It’s not at all uncommon for us to go 6 months or more without even turning on the TV. Heck, she was almost a year old before she found out that it could turn on!
Whenever that little monkey hears some kind of sound coming from our phones, however, she comes a-runnin’!
By the time she got to me though, the video was over.
Without missing a beat, she looked up at me with her baby blue eyes and the sweetest little smile, and asked one simple question:
I had to fight hard to hold back the smile — and with a big, dramatic sigh, I said:
“Oh, alright… I guess we can listen to Elsa…”
And for the next 3 minutes and 38 seconds, the two of us laughed and giggled and romped all around the living room, dancing to Let It Go from Disney’s Frozen.
I am SO grateful for impromptu dance parties!