I hate to have to tell you this, but I’m funny. You should probably already know that, of course. But my day to day life is pretty funny. Not movie-funny, but regular-life-funny. Sometimes it’s looking-back-on-it-now-that-I’m-not-sobbing-yeah,-I-guess-that-was-funny.
The other day, I sang a little song for Hayden. I told Ryan about it that night, and Ryan got the goofy look on his face that he gets whenever I sing (which is usually accompanied by a “You should sing more often”). Here is the song. You may recognize it. It was first popular in 1918. Not that you’re that old; it still gets sung a lot.
H-H-H-Haydie, beautiful Haydie,
You’re the only b-b-b-boy that I adore
When the m-moon shines, H-H-H-Haydie,
I’ll be knock-knock-knock-knock-knockin’ at your door.
After I finished repeating the song for Ryan, Ryan has a sentimental look on his face. “Did he like it?” he asks, thinking that he knows the answer.
“Actually, no. He hated it. And he really wanted me to put him down.”
And I didn’t even tell Hayden that the song’s originally about a girl. Sigh. At least my husband still likes my singing.
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I think I became a comedian when I started having children. NOw all my jokes and stories are about family and parenting.
Oh that’s cute. At least one of them likes your singing though. 🙂
Sometimes my daughter likes it when I sing, sometimes it makes her cry. My husband never likes me to sing to him, mostly because I can’t carry a tune. It sounds okay in my head and so I can’t even try to correct it to an external source. My husband used to be glad of my singing since Reid liked it but I imagine he isn’t sad now that she is less of a fan. I sing because I like it and because my mom sang all of the time and had a song or fragment of one for every occasion – that’s the way I know to be a mom.