Lessons in joy from Alvin and the Chipmunks

My kids are obsessed with Alvin and the Chipmunks. Last month the oldest, who's 10, went with a friend to see the latest movie in the theatre; he came back fixated on the hip, wee creatures with the helium-balloon voices. He's a Star Wars lover and neophyte Batman follower too, so I'll admit the chipmunk enthusiasm rather caught me off guard. At the next opportunity to buy something with his own money, he bought the DVD… To share the movie bliss with his sisters. And watch it pretty much as often as we'll let him.
At his repeated request I bought three songs off the album; it was the first time he'd ever liked music enough to ask me to purchase it. And in the car -you know where this is going – he asks me to play them on repeat. Continually. The whole crew adores Chipmunk rock, actually. When I play it everyone sings along together as if they actually were cast in the Alvin movie themselves. A rolling capsule of song and harmony are we, when Alvin and his chipmunk brothers bring the tunes.