Every once in a while, Ben shocks the bejeezus out of me. He did it again the other night. I started singing a song to him while he took a bath.
Ben: "No."
Me: "OK, no singing."
Ben: "Other."
Me: "You want me to sing a different song?"
Ben: "Yes."
Me: "Which one?"
Ben: "Crawdad."
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I started singing the crawdad song and he seemed to be digging it. Just to see what would happen, I stopped a word short and pointed to him. He finished it. The next line? Finished it. And again. I'm not saying he was perfect at it, but he was in the ballpark.
Well, shut my mouth and call me Elvis. I know the last time I sang that song for him... I blogged about it last December. How the heck did he remember the words?
At three and four, Bubba wanted songs and made up stories at bedtime every night. Ben only ever seemed to want one song. After a while, singing stopped being a thing I did, other than that one song. Mind you that no matter what my mom says and even though I am from Tennessee, I'm no great shakes as a singer. I liked it though and a kid avoiding bedtime makes a great audience.
Now I find out that he really has been listening and even knows some of the words? Alright son, any song you want, any time you want it.
One of the hardest things for me is figuring out what Lily does and does not understand/remember. She pulls some remembered bit of song out on occasion and floors me. It's VERY easy for me to understand exactly how you felt here.
ReplyDeleteThat song. . . I remember singing it in grade school, and never again. I would NEVER remember the words.
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ReplyDeletemy grandma used to sing it to me. shortly before she died, she pulled me close and said, "don't ever forget your music...never." i'm pretty sure she was confusing me with my sister, who was an accomplished pianist.
oh, hey -- ben ripped the tip off my stylus -- draw something is gonna get gruesome until amazon prime sends me somethin.
cheers, mate.