
Tonight, as I scooped her out of the bath, I caught myself whistling an eerie, familiar tune. It was, without fail, the opening theme music to "Lassie"(1954!!!).
Upon finding the episodes on Netflix, I was shocked. I can't remember half the stuff on a grocery list that's directly in front of me, but I can remember the full theme song (and corresponding credits narration!) to a show I last watched as a child 30 years ago?!

The human mind is amazing.
Any way, as I brushed and detangled Victoria's tiny, curly mane, she watched Lassie with the same intensity I probably did as a child. You see, I love(d) "gees" too. I had to smile. I bet she'll be whistling the theme song to Lassie someday.
Thanks, Netflix. :)
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