The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round...
Yeah mommy! Bus! Bus!
Mommy no sing!
Every morning it's the same thing. I am asked to sing the wheels on the bus and every morning E goes goofy when we see school busses, which are plentiful in the 'burbs especially when you live next door to a school. I was hoping to find a tape or CD with that song on it so someone else could do the singing in the morning -- I'm really not a morning person.
Went to Barnes and Noble with Mom and Sis and E and there was the Great Children's Music Debate. No Wiggles they cried -- the sales lady called them Human Teletubbies. I have done the research on the Wiggles, I like their music and don't mind them. They are married, probably with kids of their own. All but Jeff are trained to be kindergarten teachers -- they met while in early childhood ed classes the Wiggles started as a school project.
I picked up a Sesame Street CD. "Why can't he listen to your radio station?" my sister asked. The glaring look told her not to continue. Then she saw the Veggie Tales CDs and tried to push that on me. "Don't you want him to learn about God and Jesus?"
"He goes to a Christian school and attends mass regularly. He is learning about God. We don't need to bring talking vegetables into the house to teach him anything." Talk about creepy. I've never liked giving inanimate objects the power of speech. I don't mind animals talking but tomatoes give me the willies.
I settled on a Disney CD with Pooh on the cover. The songs are OK but the main thing is that "The wheels of the bus" is on it.
E sings on his own a lot too. The other day when he was sitting on the potty he started to pull on his penis (it's amazing how far a foreskin with stretch) and sing Happy Birthday. Maybe he's confusing potty with party.
Saturday, September 04, 2004
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