My father hates musicals. I remember when I was like twelve, he stood in the kitchen and said, “No one in the real world just opens the fridge and starts singing about eggs.”
And that maybe true! But here’s the thing, life becomes a lot more like a musical after you have a baby. Often, I find myself breaking into song giving Ollie a bath and or while feeding him his bottle because quite frankly I can't get enough of those smiles that come as a reward.
It’s straight up embarrassing how many times I have rewritten the lyrics songs to include Oliver’s name. Lookout Beyoncé, “To the left, To the left, Everybody look at the baby to the left, yeah that’s my Ollie, he’s so cute! He’s the cutest but please don’t touch!”
So there it is, sometimes I open my fridge and I do in fact, sing about eggs.