mess around

Mykolas and I lie down for our usual weekend afternoon nap.

As always, I take a book into my hands—almost dropping it when I hear my 4-year-old ask:

“Mom, when I fall asleep… do you and Dad fool around?”

My eyes grow even rounder than Mykolas’. My thoughts start to “ripple,” but thank goodness—he quickly уточняет his question.

“Mom, I want you to sing me that song—the one where kids need to go to sleep so parents can fool around, you know?” he explains, popping his head out from under the blanket.

For a moment, little waves gather on my forehead, and my thoughts start swirling—what kind of song with that kind of theme could he have heard?!

But before my thoughts can swing too far, he clarifies—humming a song from Keistuoliai Theatre, about children who fall asleep and their parents… play around.

“As soon as the little child goes lullaby, lullaby,
No need to rock them for long,
Whether the sun is smiling or the moon,
We can romp and play with joy.”
I send him off to dreams with a song about “sleeping children and playful parents.”

And when the curtains of his eyelashes finally close, I keep smiling to myself for a long while… until I, too, join in catching up on the sleep of these busy weeks.

Right next to the sincere author of those thoughts.

V.