On our way home from the store, we'd pushed Ethan to his limits. He had had enough, and he wanted out. We began singing, and to our shock and surprise, he actually stopped crying. That's when I realized I don't know many songs in whole (just a lot of choruses), and the ones I do know in whole relate either to Christmas or Mariah Carey in the early 90s.
We sang an extended version of "lullaby and goodnight" (most of the lyrics were "go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep little Ethan"), then moved on to Charlotte Church's version of "All the Pretty Horses," then "Rockin' Robin," then "Jingle Bells," the ABCs (with a seamless segue into "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star") a remix of "Proud Mary" and "Respect," and a final (and not a little triumphant) duet rendition of Mariah Carey's "Hero," which I still know in its entirety, because I was a member of one duo among three others that auditioned to sing it in the third grade talent show.
Noah and I--in a flourish of Mariah's signature emphatic index finger waves, gyrations and OK symobols--
were finishing the final line ("then you'll finally see the tru-u-uth, that a hero lies in you-u-u, mmmm mmmm mmm, that a hero lies iii-iii-iiiin, you-ooooooooooooo") as we pulled into the driveway.
I looked back, expecting to see Ethan asleep since he hadn't made a peep through the whole song. Instead, I saw something akin to this:
Then he asked me to drop him off a block away from the mall.