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Mar. 21st, 2004 01:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfanCompletely unrelated to my life or fanfic, but I just have to share a piece of an e-mail my sister sent this morning:
I recently bought myself Sandra Boynton's new book-and-album, Philadelphia Chickens, and fell in love with it. Rather to my surprise, so has my son. This has been our bedtime CD for about the last three weeks. He likes all of the songs, but two in particular now have rituals attached. There's one called "Snugglepuppies" which requires Mom, his stuffed monkey Junior Junior, and his stuffed doggies Icicle & Honeypuppy. There's also a number called "Faraway Cookies", which is a haunting ballad of distant love and longing in the Irish style, as sung by a small girl puppy:
"Chocolate chip cookies so high on the shelf, hiding inside of the jar
I'm not tall enough to reach you myself. So near, and yet so very far..."
The first time Jess listened to this song, there were tears and indignation. "This song is so SAD!" he wailed at me -- it has a poignance that resonates deeply with a five-year-old, who can totally enter into the emotions of the hungry singer. As we've listened to it over and over, the routine has developed that Mommy has to be there for this song, whatever else she's trying to accomplish.
Well, I've been doing a lot of overtime this week, which has meant putting him down, starting the CD and then going back to my office across the hall from his room. I go back for "Snugglepuppies" & "Faraway Cookies", but otherwise he's on his own. Last Tuesday, I gave him the standard kiss after the first song and promised I'd be back as usual. Jess told me solemnly, "I will call you in a Faint, Sad Voice when it is time for the Cookie song..."
Exit Mom, stage right and trying desperately to keep a straight face. As it happened, he was goofing around and bumped his head, so there was nothing faint about the sad voice when he did call. But we're still wondering where on earth he comes up with the words he uses!
I recently bought myself Sandra Boynton's new book-and-album, Philadelphia Chickens, and fell in love with it. Rather to my surprise, so has my son. This has been our bedtime CD for about the last three weeks. He likes all of the songs, but two in particular now have rituals attached. There's one called "Snugglepuppies" which requires Mom, his stuffed monkey Junior Junior, and his stuffed doggies Icicle & Honeypuppy. There's also a number called "Faraway Cookies", which is a haunting ballad of distant love and longing in the Irish style, as sung by a small girl puppy:
"Chocolate chip cookies so high on the shelf, hiding inside of the jar
I'm not tall enough to reach you myself. So near, and yet so very far..."
The first time Jess listened to this song, there were tears and indignation. "This song is so SAD!" he wailed at me -- it has a poignance that resonates deeply with a five-year-old, who can totally enter into the emotions of the hungry singer. As we've listened to it over and over, the routine has developed that Mommy has to be there for this song, whatever else she's trying to accomplish.
Well, I've been doing a lot of overtime this week, which has meant putting him down, starting the CD and then going back to my office across the hall from his room. I go back for "Snugglepuppies" & "Faraway Cookies", but otherwise he's on his own. Last Tuesday, I gave him the standard kiss after the first song and promised I'd be back as usual. Jess told me solemnly, "I will call you in a Faint, Sad Voice when it is time for the Cookie song..."
Exit Mom, stage right and trying desperately to keep a straight face. As it happened, he was goofing around and bumped his head, so there was nothing faint about the sad voice when he did call. But we're still wondering where on earth he comes up with the words he uses!
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Date: 2004-03-22 10:46 am (UTC)Which makes me wonder, what words children raised on LoTR would pick up in the morning?
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Date: 2004-03-22 11:07 am (UTC)And considering that my sister speaks very much in the way she writes -- that her husband is intelligent and articulate, and that my mom spends a lot of time with my nephew I'm not really surprised that he likes words.
"Go back and wash behind your ears again," I heard Mom say to him one night while indulging in teasing magniloquence. "There has been an insufficiency of soap in your evening ablutions." He giggled madly, but he went to wash.
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Date: 2004-03-22 11:48 pm (UTC)