- I like to move it move it! I like to move it move it! (then turned to me) You like to…?
It was a long day and I was tired so I mustered in low deep voice:
- Move it…
- No! That’s not it! – She shook her head. - I like to move it move it! I like to move it move it! You like to…?
- Move it! – Now I went for a high-pitched effort.
- No! NO!!! (Then she tried – again!) I like to move it move it! I like to move it move it! You like to…?
- MOVE IT!!! – I joined in with all the enthusiasm I could gather for some song that I started to find annoying. Now with all of that energy, Arwen would have to like it, right?
The lady still didn’t approve. She started whining and feeling miserable.
- But I tried! – I said, wondering hard what it was that she was looking for.
- It’s a bit too high. Gotta be a bit lower!
Okay… “A bit lower”. Anything for Arwen. Let’s try again.
- (She sang) I like to move it move it! I like to move it move it! You like to…?
- MOVE IT!!! (at that perfect mix of a-bit-lower pitch and the enthusiasm that was just-right.)
…And she was OKAY with it! She approved and let me off the hook. Imagine that.
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About 3 minutes later – guess what – she started singing again:
- I like to move it move it! I like to move it move it! You like to…?
- MOVE IT!!!
I got it right. I swear. I could say I looked into the past and replicated exactly what I had done and no one else could have done any better.
- No… it’s not it….
And she felt sad.
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