Since Christy began working full-time at SMU last October, some of our family roles have changed. I cook dinner more often, and I am the everyday chauffeur for our boys (James, 4th grade; Miles, 1st grade; Linus, pre-K). As I drive Linus to and from school recently, it's been a joy to hear him singing Christmas carols in the car. Cruising up the Tollway yesterday, I hear this from behind me: "Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh." Then the magic happens: improvisation.
He infuses the classic song with words his brothers have brought home from their school:
"Now I'm going to sing Batman and Robin. "Jingle bells, jingle bells... Wait." Again: "Jingle bells, jingle bells... Wait." A third time: "Jingle bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg. The Batmobile lost a wheel, and Joker got away. Hay!"
What Batman has to do with "dashing through the snow" I do not kn…