We road to the DQ. It was the perfect night to be out on the bikes. I had the little one riding shotgun. At first the ride was quiet. The tires graced the pavement like a spatula moves across frosting. Then there was a wiggle and some resistance to taking a curve or two.
"Squidlo, sit still."
The humming starts. So low at first, I'm not sure if I hear it. She rides relaxed; trusting. I smile as I push onward for home. I love having her on board. Her humming grows louder, more melodious until she is singing her favorite selections from the rock opera Jesus Christ Superstar. For over two miles I was lucky enough to listen to "Everything's all right now. Everything's all right. Everything's all right now. Everything's all right."
She got that right.