Sunday, February 19, 2006
Preschool sing-a-long
My favorite thing about Max's carpool is music. For Christmas, one of the moms compiled some tunes, cut a CD, and decorated the cover with a picture of the four carpool kids. A psychoanalyst might puzzle over the free association that produced this strange amalgamation: Feliz Navidad, On the Road Again, Cheeseburger in Paradise, the Vida Loca, the theme song from Dora the Explorer, My Favorite Things and the yodeling song from The Sound of Music, I'm Hooked on a Feelin'.... But no matter. The fact is, the kids so love the music that it has become a staple of the carpool drive.
One eager child shouts out a request: "Number 19!"
At the top of their voices, they serenade Caroline with an ode seemingly written just for her:
"Where it began, I can't begin to know.
But then I know it's growing strong
Was in the spring
And spring became the summer
Who'd have believed you'd come along
Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline!
Good times never seem so good!"
Then, "Number 20!" And in unison, they shout,
"Who let the dogs out?
Woof...woof...woof...woof.
Who let the dogs out?
Woof...woof...woof...woof.
When the party was nice, the party was jumpin,
Hey! Yipeeio!"
All the way to their nice parochial school.
You might think that hip hop would be somewhat inaccessible to Boo. But you would be wrong. Yesterday, from the back seat, he improvised in perfect rhythm:
"Who let the cats out? Meow...."
One eager child shouts out a request: "Number 19!"
At the top of their voices, they serenade Caroline with an ode seemingly written just for her:
"Where it began, I can't begin to know.
But then I know it's growing strong
Was in the spring
And spring became the summer
Who'd have believed you'd come along
Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline!
Good times never seem so good!"
Then, "Number 20!" And in unison, they shout,
"Who let the dogs out?
Woof...woof...woof...woof.
Who let the dogs out?
Woof...woof...woof...woof.
When the party was nice, the party was jumpin,
Hey! Yipeeio!"
All the way to their nice parochial school.
You might think that hip hop would be somewhat inaccessible to Boo. But you would be wrong. Yesterday, from the back seat, he improvised in perfect rhythm:
"Who let the cats out? Meow...."
1 Comments:
How wonderful! I love that they know the songs by number.
No one lets the cats out around here, no matter how often they ask... but they do ask! Meow meow meow meow!
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