As the parent of a preschooler, I find myself doing things that are very silly. Perhaps it is all part of becoming a Master of Distraction ... but my latest silly activity was making up silly songs to entertain my *almost* 3 year old son in the car.
Yes, I am confessing to poor rhyming technique, poor pitch, nonsensical lyrics, and complete disregard for how the song is supposed to go. Sprinkle in some giggling of my own and we have the perfect recipe for musical disaster.
Oh, and did I mention that I'm singing at the top of my lungs? [Just be thankful that the car windows are up, people!]
And my son LOVES it!
How do I know he loves it? I have one of the mirrors you attach to the rearview mirror, so I have a good view of his big smile and twinkling eyes. And there is (of course) the laughing. His wonderful glee flows all around me.
And I realize in that special and imperfectly perfect moment that I am exactly where I need to be and where I want to be: making up silly songs about excavators, dumptrucks, horses, and trees for my happy little boy. We are making "beautiful" music together.
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So then I regale him with the song known the world over as 'The Wheels on the Bus' ... "the wheels on the bus go round and round... the wipers on the bus go swish swish swish...
Here is a special treat for you (sans audio) of my horrendous variation of 'Wheels on the Bus' [feel free to cover your ears *ahem* eyes]:
So are you singing along with us? "...and the wheels on the bus go round and round..." [I wonder how contagious that song is for you - given our group's proclivity for stuck song syndrome *smile*]
And just when I think I'm done with the song and with the singing, my little guy wants more silliness... "Sing a song about a bunny rabbit, Mommy!" he requests. So I find myself making up a ditty about a bunny rabbit that my memory cannot recreate for you, my gentle readers. I shall leave that to your imaginations.
Have fun making up your own silly songs!
Yes, I am confessing to poor rhyming technique, poor pitch, nonsensical lyrics, and complete disregard for how the song is supposed to go. Sprinkle in some giggling of my own and we have the perfect recipe for musical disaster.
Oh, and did I mention that I'm singing at the top of my lungs? [Just be thankful that the car windows are up, people!]
And my son LOVES it!
How do I know he loves it? I have one of the mirrors you attach to the rearview mirror, so I have a good view of his big smile and twinkling eyes. And there is (of course) the laughing. His wonderful glee flows all around me.
And I realize in that special and imperfectly perfect moment that I am exactly where I need to be and where I want to be: making up silly songs about excavators, dumptrucks, horses, and trees for my happy little boy. We are making "beautiful" music together.
***
So then I regale him with the song known the world over as 'The Wheels on the Bus' ... "the wheels on the bus go round and round... the wipers on the bus go swish swish swish...
Here is a special treat for you (sans audio) of my horrendous variation of 'Wheels on the Bus' [feel free to cover your ears *ahem* eyes]:
The horn on the bus goes ... moo moo moomoo moo mooNoooooo - that can't be right, what says moo moo?"A cow," my son says with a grin.
And the horn on the bus goes ... cluck cluck cluckcluck cluck cluck"Nooooo," my son says smiling. "That's a chicken!"
Oh whoops sorry, the horn on the bus goes ... ding ding dongding ding dong"No mommy," my son happily corrects his silly mother. "That's a doorbell!"
Well, I'm glad you know these things...Shall I try again?What does a horn say?"Beep beep beep," my son announces proudly and with a big smile.Ohhhhhhh, that's right. Let me try again.The horn on the bus goes... beep beep beep"Beep beep beep," my son joins the chorus.Yay!
And just when I think I'm done with the song and with the singing, my little guy wants more silliness... "Sing a song about a bunny rabbit, Mommy!" he requests. So I find myself making up a ditty about a bunny rabbit that my memory cannot recreate for you, my gentle readers. I shall leave that to your imaginations.
Have fun making up your own silly songs!
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