Maya’s been singing her way through daily activities lately — walking to the bathroom (“going toooo the bath-rooom”), playing with Georgia, eating. It’s very cute; I always claim she’s got a good sense of melody. Sometimes it’s kind of operatic, other times cute and musical.<\/p>\n
This evening, we went out for a late-night grocery run, and she found her missing sheep-baby (it’s a round stuffed sheep that has been imbued with sentimental value and baby-ness.<\/p>\n
\nMaya is in the back seat, strapped into her carseat, playing with her sheep. Daddy starts the car and begins driving.<\/i><\/p>\n
Maya: [singing] Sheepy Sheepy She-eepy<\/p>\n
[some time later]<\/p>\n
Daddy: [singing] Sheepy Sheepy She-eepy<\/p>\n
Maya: [firmly] Daddy, don’t sing that song.<\/p>\n
Daddy: Okay.<\/p>\n
[some time later]<\/p>\n
Daddy: Sheepy Sheepy She-eepy<\/p>\n
Maya: Daddy, stop singing that song.<\/p>\n
Daddy: Sorry. I won’t sing it anymore. [pause] I like that song, though. I heard you singing it. You know how you get a song stuck in your head? [silence] Do you ever get a song stuck in your head, Maya?<\/p>\n
Maya: No. I have a song in my tummy.<\/p>\n
Daddy: In your tummy?<\/p>\n
Maya: Yes, in my tummy.<\/p>\n
Daddy tries to imagine having a song in his tummy.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
I had to think about it for a little while, and envision a song circulating around in my stomach, and I have to admit that I like the idea. I think it makes much more sense than having a song in your head — after all, if it comes out your mouth, where must it originate?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Maya’s been singing her way through daily activities lately — walking to the bathroom (“going toooo the bath-rooom”), playing with Georgia, eating. It’s very cute; I always claim she’s got a good sense of melody. Sometimes it’s kind of operatic, … Continue reading