“Put me the Beatles, Aba.” “Put on the Beatles for me, Aba,” I corrected over my shoulder, as we began our daily morning drive to the train station.
“Put on the Beatles for me, Aba,” repeated the Little One.
“Who are the Beatles,” asked the husband.
“Ringo Starr, John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Ha-ree-sone,” replied the Little One, in a mixture of accents.
Thanks to a children’s video called “Wonder Pets – Save the Beetles“, our son has become a full-fledged Beatles fan. His curiosity was piqued by the Beetles’ rendition of “Kelp” (I swear!), and us having had more than our fill of Baby Beluga (a rather excellent children’s CD, as kiddie music goes) made it easy to feed his growing addiction.
Like any Beatles fan, he has his favorites, and seems especially enamored of “Yellow Submarine” and “Get Back“, and in addition to singing along to the CD in the car, he’s been known to burst into song in the most random of places. I can only imagine what our fellow train passengers must have been thinking when, as we waited to pull into our stop, this little boy, holding on to the bar with one hand and holding on to me with the other, suddenly started singing, “Jo Jo was a man who thought he was a loner, but he knew it wouldn’t last. Jo Jo left his home in Tuscon, Arizona, for some California grass. Get back Jo Jo!” What parent wouldn’t be proud to hear their child singing “Eight Days a Week” or “She Loves You” to themselves?
And of course, just as we adults don’t always catch the correct lyrics, the same can be said for the Little One. No amount of convincing could persuade him to sing “get back Loretta” instead of “get back Duretta”, and “Love, Luppy Do” just doesn’t have that same ring to it. He also doesn’t quite believe me when tell him that “Get Back” has nothing do with his former preschool teacher, that “Jo Jo was a man who thought he was a loner”, and not that “Jo Jo was a man who thought he was Alona.” Oh well. At least I know it won’t last…
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And speaking of the Little One, he confided the following to me over lunch recently.
“Mommy, do you know why I love your nipples? Because they’re soft, and I can jump at them like this…”
Anyone else sensing a fetish pattern here? At least he was practicing his English…
“…thought he was Alona,” is so funny on so many levels!
I don’t we should send them out on a date by themselves yet: Little Bear is all princesses and ballet lessons at the moment.
“Jo Jo was a man who thought he was Alona.”
You can tell little one that I know a few Jo Jo’s like that too 🙂
Come pick me up from the floor! Oh my am I laughing at the visualizations here. ROTFL
I thought I was Alona once, but I’m past that now.
(I’m still laughing at “Kelp!”, actually. Helplessly.)
I’m frightened by the nipples comment… but he is an articulate boy!
My little viking is particular to “Blinded by the Lion” by Mannfred Mann right now… he won’t hear of it when I say it’s by the LIGHT!!
This “Alona” thing is sooooo funny 🙂
And your writing is great as usual.
Your title cracked me up. My daughter had a hysterical misheard lyric the other day but for the life of me I can’t remember what it was… Something from Puff I think.
Awesome post. Can’t start that music bug too soon.
I loved reading your blog! I am famous for mishearing lyrics, but your Little One sounds great! I hope he never stops singing.
I love it. My son is completely into the Ramones. I think it’s just because it’s fun to run and bounce to and he was singing
….Twenty Twenty Twenty four hours ago I wanna be sedated….he then somehow wound up with ….take me for a haircut I want to watch a show…..I’ve giggled about it for months.
Is he going to the concert next week?
[…] “They learned about the letter ‘F’ in today’s lesson,” said the Husband. “When they started talking about words that begin with ‘F’, your son taught them a word that wasn’t on the list. I told the teacher he probably learned it from you.” Clearly, I’d been busted. I really do try not to use those words in front of him, but sometimes they just, well, slip out. In the Little One’s defense, his hands apparently flew up to cover his mouth in an act of contrition, as he quickly realized that he’d said a word he knows he’s not supposed to say. I guess we’ll have to work a little harder on “words you don’t say in front of adults”. It’s not that he doesn’t get it. After all, he was very good at remembering not to say “piece of crap” in front of his grandparents. Of course, we all know what word he’ll toss out when they reach the letter “N”… […]
Great post and the comments are also LOL.
Your son sounds like quite the entertainer!
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