Sing it & Bring it!
“Mommy, what’s this song about?” my son asks while we cruise in the mini.
Lyrics by Pittbull: You know you you wan me. You know I wancha. You know you wan me. You know I wancha.
“Love.”
“Why?”
“Um,” I think about this, “Because she must be a beautiful, warm, caring person and he wants to make her his wife.”
“Is she a mommy?”
“No, but he wants to make her a mommy.”
“Why?”
“Because she has sparkly eyes and she is very sweet.”
You know you wan me. You know I wancha. You know you wan me. You know I wancha.
My son thinks about this, but only for a brief second which is of course is an eternity of deep thought for a toddler. Finally, he replies, “But can she run really fast?”
“Yes. Very fast.”
“How fast can she run?” Ah the important love questions.
“As fast as Mommy.”
“But not Daddy,” he turns toward his sister, “Mommy fast.”
Sniff-sniff. Oh it melts your soul.
You know you wan me. You know I wancha. You know you wan me. You know I wancha.
Later proud moment is vaporized.
“When boys win races they get trophies!” he declares.
“What do girls win?”
“Girls don’t win races!”
Ahhhhh there are still some holes in my brainwashing program. Back to the lab Betty, muhahaha!
You know you wan me. You know I wancha. You know you wan me. You know I wancha.
Well, dunno about girls, but the women who ran faster than I all got money. Probably better than a trophy. I just got a sew on patch.
georgeruns said this on August 3, 2009 at 3:21 pm |