The power of La Bamba continues to spread in our house. Addison, who can wave a mean hello and goodbye, now claps. Not a big, fat applause like adults. No, he gently pads his too hands together. Only the palms hit; his fingers bend back. There is no sound. Except of course for all the gushing comments of adoration from the people that see him perform.

He began all this clapping the other day while we were in the pool. He was standing on my hands and looking quite tall, when I started singing La Bamba. He splashed the water with fervor and then clapped to the tune. He beamed with pride and looked so tall. He’d rest for a minute, and then he’d smile big and his bottom teeth would show. I’d start singing, and he’d start clapping again.

I think I might have to start a cult, or at least a rumor, of the healing powers of La Bamba.