So, for a wholesome Sabbath activity, we often watch MGM musicals. This means that I put one in, Grant continues to bounce off the walls, Kenny and I sing along at the top of our lungs, and James sits in the corner of the couch (because it's a sectional and has a corner) and acts like he thinks it's kind of dumb. But I know he doesn't really think that because, for example, just three days ago he heard the "Good Night" song on a commercial and got all excited. "Mom! That's the same song in The Sound of Music!" And I'm not even italicizing that because it's the proper thing to do with a title. The pure excitement in his voice forced those italics.
Anyway, wholesome. Right? So we watched My Fair Lady today, one of my all time favorites. And Grant was running around as usual paying no attention (except for "Get Me to the Church On Time" when he did a little jig for us that included the robot, which btw, is ridiculously cute on a two-year-old). And then it gets to the very end when Professor Higgins realizes he misses Eliza Doolittle and he says, "Damn, damn, damn!"
Guess what Grant's new favorite word is, in triplicate and everything . . .