Like his father, Errol’s older brother Owen is obsessed with the Beatles. In the car, we listen to In My Life over and over (five times in a row is our record). I still love the song.
I was singing a different Beatles song to Errol tonight. “it’s getting better all the time-better, better, better.”
He looked up into my eyes then locked onto my mouth as I sang, “It’s getting better all the time-better, better, better.”
Errol grinned (he didn’t have gas, it was the real thing.)
“Since you’ve been mine. Getting so much better all the time.”
Errol sang back. “Mmmmmmmmmm.”
His was no soaring Beatles harmony, but he had the idea of a call and response, and he replied to the song, “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” with a happy urgency.
We continued singing the chorus for a few minutes. There may be more efficient ways to communicate, but none with more feeling than Errol’s song.
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