Thursday, September 19, 2013

My Son, the Lyricist

As much as humanly possible, I try to avoid listening to music around my kids. I just don't want them hearing the trash that's out there ( it's for my ears only!)  Occasionally, one or both manage to hear snippets of a song or two and then starts repeating ad nauseum,  until  another song in gets in their headhead. One time we heard my older son on the toilet belting out , "Ra ra raaaa, roma ra ma ma, Ga Ga ooh la la..." You get the gist ( Lady Gaga is quite catchy).

Eventually, he got older and began making up his own lyrics, according to what he heard.  For instance, he would sing, "I love you like a love song baby, and the baby goes pee pee pee pee pee."  Or another, "This girl is on fire! Then she got burned, she was playing with fire! It's not a good idea!"  He's so creative, it makes me laugh. He definitely got his father's genes of messing with song lyrics, that's for sure.

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