Ahhhhhh, The Police.
The Kidling and I were having lunch out last Friday and the restaurant was playing The Police. Alice was digging the music, so I told her the singer’s name was Sting… well, actually Gordon Sumner, but he goes by Sting (you can imagine how awkward it was to try to explain celebrity name changes, but that’s not really the point of the story). Alice was thrilled by his name, and began some spontaneous word association:
“A sting ray!”
“What else was I going to say? Oh! A jellyfish! That’s what I was going to say! A jellyfish!”
Oddly, she never did offer a bee. Which is absurd, given that she wore her way-too-small bumble bee costume (from Halloween 2009) approximately six days a week this summer and fall.
Eating commenced. Or resumed. I don’t really recall where we were in the meal-consumption process. A (very) small amount of time passed without conversation before Alice offered this observation regarding our dining experience:
“It is so lovely here. I can feel the excitement. I love the lovely songs.”
I think we have a new Police fan, wouldn’t you say?