Take these broken wings and learn to fly

Today I took some little little girls for a singing lesson and I think my cheeks burst from smiling so much but still, it was fun. I've definitely said this before on here somewhere but little kids, for reasons unknown for certain but still certainly amazing to me, tend to like me very much. I've always thought it's something to do with how ridiculously I clothe myself; walking along the fashion crime line in a sea of colour and pattern and fake animals. They stare unashamedly and giggle and think I'm a fairy and say so. It's divine. 


I very much like the idea of introducing music to little kids early on, especially good music full of imagery and excitement. Today we sang Octopus's Garden, with me and my orange ukulele and some very intricate choreography (I'd like to be *points to self* under the sea *makes wave with arm* in an octopus's garden *shakes arms around* in the shade *puts hands over head* etc etc), and I saw their little eyes light up in that golden second where kids are actually engaging with an activity with their rainbow imaginations and putting them to use...

I wish my head was still little like that, just four years old and still growing and still so preoccupied with how beautiful and wonderful the world is to realise how awful it is too. I still eat peanut butter out of the jar with my fingers and use facepaint but I know too much (not that much but still TOO much) to settle down.

Don't you think everything is just unadulterated happiness when filtered through a little colourful felt Muppet body? I haven't told you yet how much of a world hero Jim Henson is. One day.