In Point of Fact

I was making lunch in the kitchen and Luke was watching a DVD in the living room. In point of fact, he was watching The Point, a tradition in my family that dates back before my birth. We originally had it on record. (Kids, records were these large black discs that made music before the world was introduced to CDs. Very groovy.)

This was Luke’s first introduction to The Point.

Half way through spreading the peanut butter on the bread, Luke came running into the kitchen.

“Mommy, you have to come help me.”

“I’m making lunch, baby. What do you need?”

“I need you to come help me with the dancing. Come with me.”

He towed me to the TV where Harry Nilsson was singing “Are You Sleeping?” He lifts up his arms.

“You have to dance with me.” He was bouncing.

Peanut butter be damned.

I scooped him up and waltzed around the living room. “This is good music,” he told me.

That’s my boy.

I think I might be knitting someone a pointed cap to wear.