This past weekend we went out for lunch with our friends Mike, Jodi, and their almost-three-year-old Olivia. Over lunch, Mike told us about a new family ritual that they started last week. One evening, they were watching TV and this horrible/awesome pepto-bismol commercial came on. Mike started singing the song and Olivia totally loved it. Later that night, when Mike and Jodi were putting Olivia to bed, they went through their usual routine of reading her a book, praying with her, and singing her a song. However, Olivia was dissatsified with the usual tunes and made a request: "Sing najah!" So, as any good Dad would, Mike complied and provided Olivia with a tuneful rendition of the pepto-bismol song. This launched a very deep father-daugher conversation filled with important questions. "Daddy, what's heartburn? What's indigestion?"
Now every evening around 9:30 I have this fantastic visual of the three of them sitting on Olivia's bed, holding hands, and gently singing about digestive problems.