Things kids sing about
We’re entering the sing-song stage around the Mackay household. Everything is subject to becoming a song… Even diaper changes. My favorites are when the boy sings in his American-idol-audition-week best pitchiness and then turns and asks “good song?”
What’s the right answer to that? At this stage, that it resembles a song probably qualifies it as a good song. But, there will come a time where, if the inability to carry a tune continues, the right answer will be, “no, not really such a great song.”
It does amuse me though. Anything and everything can be memorialized in song… Haircuts… Treats… Cars… If he cares about it, he’ll make it into a song. 400 years ago, he would’ve gone into bard training.
I’m off to sing old McDonald.
So sweet…and funny! I’m glad you won’t let him be one of those on American Idol who cry and carry on after they embarrass themselves with their singing because no one loved them enough to tell them they stink!
You made me laugh with this post.
He and I just finished a rousing rendition of “Mawk’s Song,” which is Uncle Mark’s song, Children Obey. He played the tennis racket guitar for it beautifully. Off to sing the diaper song!
Get Uncle Sam and Aunt Gina to teach him, “Poop Goes In The Potty.” It is a classic.