Imagine, if you will....

A dimly lit and smoky cabaret. Not cigarette smoke, mind you, but that dusty haze from diaper powder. For you see, this is a club for 'no one over two years old permitted. (Moms excepted).

And the place is packed! A line of 'bouncy chairs' lines the crescent of the tiny stage...three deep. Frantic Mommies keep running into each other as they rush back and forth to the 'bar'. The 'Happy Hour Bottled Milk' special is about to end and the babes are thirsty, 'FREE REFILLS' till performance. Plus, the bartenders are dressed as large babies..diapers only.

The air is electric with anticipation. There are occasional bursts of crying but they are silenced when "HIS" lullaby plays over the speaker system. The 'Moms' sigh in relief and are thankful even though they really don't get it. The 'babes' begin bouncing in earnest as the lights dim further, and an eerie quiet takes the room like the moment after a long and noisy tantrum. All that can be heard is the patter of a multitude of extremely tiny feet hitting the floor. The place goes dark for a second.

Then, a pin-spot light shines down on center stage.

With a wobbly yet determined 'walk', the 'KAI' enters the light. His pin-striped shirt and cool-guy/up turned collar makes even the 'Moms' gasp in wonderment. "Who IS this kid?". The 'babes' know.

Kai drops to his knees and picks up the '#1' mic, bites it for a second and stands right back up. He turns to the adoring crowd and with his right hand, attempts to snap out a tempo. Its then when he turns to where he knows his own Mommy is and cracks a winning smile. He is encouraged by her love born from an ancient 'rite of passage' given by Mommies since the beginning, "You can do it, my baby". And he does.

His rapidly growing, but still somewhat 'chubby' fingers snap out a tempo that kicks in the 'hidden baby band' behind the curtains. And they're good too! Great rhythm section, bass and drums in the groove. Even the Moms start snapping their fingers and doing that 'head pulsing' thing.

The padding little feet propel the 'bouncy chairs' to the stage as the 'KAI' begins the first and only chorus of his hit single,
"Momma Kai no, kitty ba ba TV Dada, how you doin?"

The crowd goes wild, Kai jumps up and down, bites the '#1' mic again and proves once again that childhood is a brief dance. Enjoy it while you can cos adulthood lasts a hell of a lot longer...but we don't have to know this now. Just groove with "The KAI".

NOTE: I just love this picture, Diane. I had it in front of me while I imagined this weird scenario and I can't keep from smiling every time I look at it. He's something else, Dew. Give him a 'Fedora' and you'll have a 'mini'Sinatra'. Ha! Thanks for the inspiration. Love ya, Bill