It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Sing me a Song

We have a particular fascination these days, as you know. Today it’s made its way once again into song. What a delightfully musical bunch these children are! It’s so uplifting to hear those little voices raised in song, to see them make full use of their God-given talents; always such a pleasure to encourage them in their full expression.

This morning George busts out singing one of his favourite songs, one we have heard many, many times before. Many, many times. Today’s lyrics are reflective of the current fascination, much to the delight of Darcy, who is, if possible, even more interested in the fecal, er, focal, topic than George.

Take me out to the Ball Game,
Take me out to the Poop!
Buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks!
I don’t care if I never Poop back,
‘Cuz it’s poop, poop, poop for the home team.
If they don’t win it’s a shame.
For it’s One! Two! Three! Poops you’re out,
At the Old Ball Game!!”

Well, you can see the appeal, now, can’t you? This song is flippin’ wonderful!!! There has never been anything funnier sung in the history of song. Never. Three-year-old boys are falling over laughing throughout my home. Though his singing is far more tuneful than the average three-year-old, it’s his skill as a librettist that will take George to greatness, no doubt about it.

Darcy doesn’t know the words to the entire song, but given that he doesn’t know all the words to any of the many songs he sings, this doesn’t slow him down for a second. The first line, suitably excrementalized, provides ample entertainment for the remainder of the morning. “Take me out to the poo-poo game. Take me out to the poopoo game. Take me out to the poopoo…” (you grasp the trend?) in a cheerful, tuneless, ceaseless carol.

When small children go through this stage – and believe me, pretty near all of them do – I generally just wait it out and let them have their fun, with two caveats: All poop and pee talk must be kept inside, and no poop/pee talk at the table.

In the meantime, I’m being serenaded by truly shitty songs…

November 15, 2005 Posted by | Developmental stuff, eeewww, individuality, potty tales | 7 Comments

It’s Hheeerreeee…

The view from my front porch this morning.
Looking right:

Looking left

And straight ahead.
Note the flakes in the wind.

It’s not as cold as these pictures make it look, only hovering right around 0 degrees (celcius), so this won’t stay. But it’s come, and it’ll be back!

The children are delighted.

November 15, 2005 Posted by | commemoration, daycare, the dark side | 15 Comments