It was Saturday evening.
She and I, along with James David, were nestling in for day to turn to night when I decided I might put some music on.
I happened to put in a few discs and James David responded to practically every song.
His foot would start tapping. He listened intently to the tune and to the words.
We listened to everything from Toto's "Roseanna," to Better Than Ezra's "Extra Ordinary."
It was a great time.
Any moment where James David appeared to lose interest, however, was where the real fun began.
I'd see him out of the corner of my eye, starting to lose interest in the music and would immediately look at him and start singing the song.
He'd burst into laughter!
Thanks, James David!
I have played music for approximately 25 years now. I've written music with others and I've even written a song about James David.
The person who I thought was my biggest fan, however, thinks it's funny when I sing.
I couldn't help but find it amusing everytime I would start moving closer and closer to him as he sat on his mother's lap.
I would start singing the song and he would flash a big grin and starting chuckling.
Hearing him laugh is one of life's smaller joys.
I enjoy making my son laugh and hope to have this ability for quite some time.
I know as children get older, their parents aren't as funny as they once were.
But for now, I'm a jokester.