My preschooler likes to sing. All the time, at the top of his lungs. I know who he gets this from.
We used to have fun singing together, but, lately, he’s been objecting when I join in. And, now, he gets mad if I burst into song even when he’s not singing at all. He comes up with all kinds of reasons why I should stop:
Him: Mommy, I can’t hear the song I’m singing in my head.
I suggested that maybe he should ask the voice in his head to sing louder. The other day, he had a different excuse:
Him: Mommy, please be quiet. I can’t hear my spoon and ice cream bowl clicking and clacking.
That is a joyous sound, I’ll admit. Who wouldn’t want an uninterrupted ice cream experience complete with sound effects?
I guess some people just can’t take a hint.
How funny!
I guess you have to take the hint.
Posted by: sandi @ the whistlestop cafe | June 25, 2007 at 01:55 PM
My husband was singing "Bob the Builder" in the car the other day, and my 2-year-old son said "Daddy, please stop singing that."
He wasn't eating ice cream, so no excuses. The little boys can be brutal. Or maybe we parents just need to shut up. :-)
Posted by: Susanna | June 25, 2007 at 03:15 PM
Wow, what a bossy, magical, little kid.
Can he cook?
Posted by: cookiecrumb | June 25, 2007 at 07:10 PM
CC: He can cook, as a matter of fact! It's cute as hell to watch him level off a measuring cup full of flour.
Susanna: Well, now I don't feel so bad, because I seem to remember reading on your blog that your husband is quite the crooner.
Sandi: Yup. At least he said please.
Posted by: Tammy | June 25, 2007 at 08:08 PM
Too funny!
Posted by: Sally | June 26, 2007 at 09:16 AM