Z's current favorite song
"Spiderman Theme Song" performed by the Ramones. We have to listen to it over and over and over again. "Only one more time," I say, one more time, and she always agrees, and then says, "Only one more time," as a way of asking to hear it again.
I finally tell her that we have to listen to all the songs on this particular compilation CD and Spiderman will come on again in time. Which she's eventually cool with, but then a few songs later, she'll ask for Spiderman again.
Or the Jackson 5's "ABC" will come on and we'll have the following conversation:
"That's a girl, right?"
"No, that's a boy singing."
"No it's a girl."
"No it's not a girl."
"yes it is"
"No, it's not. It's a really young boy singing, so it just sounds like a girl."
"What's his name?"
"Michael Jackson."
"Michael's a boy's name."
"Yes. He's singing."
"But which one's the girl?"
"None of them are girls. It's a band of brothers."
This actually goes on for quite some time, until I decide to just give in to her headstrong insistence that there is, somewhere, a girl singing in this song. I give in because she starts to whine and pout, apparently seriously disappointed that there is not a girl singing this song. And I acknowledge and accept the fact that to a 4-year-old, facts are pliable, bendable to their will. Why not? Soon enough they will find out otherwise--I'm in no hurry and neither is she.
She did, at one point, ask further about this Michael Jackson character. Aaawkwaard! I told her he'd grown up and moved to Dubai, and became a very, very strange man. She didn't seem to care. But you know, that song really rocks. A lot of his songs are great, catchy songs, and it's easy to see why a kid would gravitate toward them. I would have no problem with her loving to dance to, say, "Off the Wall," or any one of the Jackson 5 collections. But geez, what do you do about the inevitable questions?
I finally tell her that we have to listen to all the songs on this particular compilation CD and Spiderman will come on again in time. Which she's eventually cool with, but then a few songs later, she'll ask for Spiderman again.
Or the Jackson 5's "ABC" will come on and we'll have the following conversation:
"That's a girl, right?"
"No, that's a boy singing."
"No it's a girl."
"No it's not a girl."
"yes it is"
"No, it's not. It's a really young boy singing, so it just sounds like a girl."
"What's his name?"
"Michael Jackson."
"Michael's a boy's name."
"Yes. He's singing."
"But which one's the girl?"
"None of them are girls. It's a band of brothers."
This actually goes on for quite some time, until I decide to just give in to her headstrong insistence that there is, somewhere, a girl singing in this song. I give in because she starts to whine and pout, apparently seriously disappointed that there is not a girl singing this song. And I acknowledge and accept the fact that to a 4-year-old, facts are pliable, bendable to their will. Why not? Soon enough they will find out otherwise--I'm in no hurry and neither is she.
She did, at one point, ask further about this Michael Jackson character. Aaawkwaard! I told her he'd grown up and moved to Dubai, and became a very, very strange man. She didn't seem to care. But you know, that song really rocks. A lot of his songs are great, catchy songs, and it's easy to see why a kid would gravitate toward them. I would have no problem with her loving to dance to, say, "Off the Wall," or any one of the Jackson 5 collections. But geez, what do you do about the inevitable questions?
2 Comments:
oh god yr right.. i liked your version; he became a really strange man.. it's true.
art history (including music) is full of "characters" you wouldnt necessarily want to hang out with, but it does not change the quality of their art
Of course you realize that facts are always pliable and bendable to the user's will. Don't you?
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