While we were getting ready for bed tonight (or, as I like to call it, “avoiding brushing his teeth”), Miles decided to quiz me on some music.
“Who sings this?” He started, “Happiness is magic…”
“Hmm,” I said. I knew the song, but couldn’t quite place it. “I’m not sure.”
“You know!” Miles said, as though I was just pulling his leg. “It’s Josh from Blue’s Big City Adventure!”
“Oh, right!”
“And what song is this? BUM-BUM BUH-BUH BUM-BUM…”
“Well I know that one,” I replied. “That’s PJ Masks.”
“You got it!” Miles said encouragingly. “And what about this? BRUMMMMMMMMMMMMM…”
Assuming he was still talking about songs, I said, “I don’t know that one.”
“A motorcycle,” he replied.
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