Never let it fade away

I’m one of those weird thirty-somethings who would rather listen to Perry Como than Lady Gaga.  That would make me the world’s youngest old fogey were it not for my two boys, who have lately become Mr. Como’s most ardent (and perhaps only) preschool-aged fans.  “Papa Loves Mambo” is a big hit with them, as is “Catch a Falling Star,” though Matthew recently expressed some reservations about the lyrics.

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Never let it fade away.
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Save it for a rainy day. 

“Mommy,” said my very  logical son,  “you can’t catch a falling star.  That doesn’t work.”

“I know,” I admitted.   “But wouldn’t it be great if you could?”

Matthew thought for a moment.  “Yes,” he said, “because if you caught a falling star, you could put it in your room, and it could be a nightlight.”

It’s comments like this that make me want to freeze time right here, so Matthew never ever grows up.  But I can’t.  Instead, I’ll take the memory and put it in my pocket and save it for a rainy day.


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