Thursday, May 17, 2007

The Shame of Daddy Begins

So I'm driving Liam home from preschool and we're listening to the Marty Beller guest DJ set from a few months back. Katrina & the Waves comes on and, as I believe I am legally and ethically obligated to do, I start singing along with the sorta brassy tune part -- "Bap! Badadadadada bop bop bop ba doo!" (rough transliteration there).

Liam, very politely from the back seat:

"Daddy, could you please not sing along?"

Ouch.

5 Comment(s):

At 3:17 PM, Blogger deb in sf said...

Harsh! At least he used his nice words....

My kids ask me not to sing all the time. And I think I sing pretty well. I choose to believe that as they get older, their appreciation for beauty will develop. ;-)

 
At 1:37 PM, Blogger The Mealey Family said...

Same deal at our house. I choose to believe that he is a devoted listener.

 
At 10:11 PM, Blogger Monty said...

Hey, I'm a "professional" singer/songwriter, and my daughter just the other day asked me not to sing along with "When I'm Sixty Four" in the car. Granted I was using a goofy Brittish accent.

Then there was the time I sang Evalyn a song I had just written and asked what she thought. "I don't like it," she said. "Why not?" I asked. "Well, it needs, like... a tune." This from a five year old (at the time). Now that's Ouch.

 
At 9:03 AM, Anonymous Sienna said...

We have the opposite dynamic in our car... Persephone insists I sing. INSISTS! God forbid I just sit quietly after running around all day. And not only must I sing, I must wiggle my fingers and clap along, and a variety of other demands. - And to add insult to injury, she requests the same song to be played over and over and over and over ...

 
At 7:32 PM, Blogger Princess Katie said...

Monty-

I feel your pain. After a huge show one weekend, Racer Steve and I headed over to a small family bbq. My 4 year-old niece was treated to a private, one-kid-only concert in the backyard. After about four songs stated, "Okay, stop. Just stop. Just stoooop!"

I still had my dignity due to one remaining piece of the story: that was the one song I started to sing that wasn't one of our songs. I should've known "Folsom Prison Blues" didn't have a snowball's chance on a hotplate with a preschooler.

 

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