This happened Wednesday night:
Me: (in full-throated song) Love me, love me, love me, love me, say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the windMatthew: (reproachfully) The wind’s not wild, Daddy.
Well, right then it wasn’t. So he had a point.
UPDATE: Not Rhetorical notes that I appear to be raising a sort of wind expert.
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Clearly you’re not raising a poet!
David Ehrenstein (5f9866) — 12/8/2007 @ 9:39 amIs he a Virgo?
Another Drew (8018ee) — 12/8/2007 @ 10:48 amBe careful what you put on the internet. Child Protective Services might someday produce this in court as evidence of the musical tastes you inflicted on a minor.
don (f79cf1) — 12/8/2007 @ 10:51 amDon,
What? You don’t like David Bowie?
Patterico (6a81a5) — 12/8/2007 @ 11:36 amYou gave your 5-year old a knife?
Another Drew (8018ee) — 12/8/2007 @ 11:41 amMy grandma gave me my first several knives (jackknives) as a child, which drove my mom nuts. As did my grandfather’s .22, which I learned on. Fortunately, my mom wasn’t the decider where manly tools were concerned.
Christoph (92b8f7) — 12/8/2007 @ 12:03 pmI was bathing my five year-old boy and singing “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes”. After a couple of minutes, Phillip asked me, “daddy, what are smokets?”
mhr (eafe03) — 12/8/2007 @ 12:26 pmI like it.
Patterico (faeccf) — 12/8/2007 @ 12:33 pmOk, I’ll play. “Sticks and rocks and rock and roll” from my five-year old daughter.
nk (19e0fd) — 12/8/2007 @ 12:39 pmMy kids taught me, “This is the song that never ends” and “I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves.” And I taught them “Toreadorus, don’t spit on the floorus…” (an oldie but goodie that I learned from my dear old dad)
There. Now it’s out there on the internets. But my submission is quasi-anonymous. Yours, Patterico, is out there “blowin’ in the wind.”
don (f79cf1) — 12/8/2007 @ 1:26 pmHave agood talk with him before the tree hugger granola munching vegan pussy pants get to him and make a complete wussie out of him
krazy kagu (9baf51) — 12/8/2007 @ 2:10 pmYou seem to be raising some kind of a wind expert!
Not Rhetorical (d335ec) — 12/8/2007 @ 2:17 pmMy daughter thought there was only one letter between “k” and “q”.
“elimenopee”.
the struggler (027630) — 12/8/2007 @ 2:41 pmWhatta cutie. Love how our kids listen to *everything* we say and take it literally. Even if it’s a song we’re belting it out at the top of our lungs.
no one you know (1ebbb1) — 12/8/2007 @ 2:47 pmWhen he was little, our oldest son liked to comment on my driving skills as we drove. The comment that always drove me nuts was “You’re going 41 in a 40-mph zone” but it was a good opening to discuss the concept of “approximately.” As I recall, we had many of those discussions.
DRJ (a6fcd2) — 12/8/2007 @ 2:52 pmYou seem to be raising some kind of a wind expert!
I had forgotten about that. Good catch.
Patterico (faeccf) — 12/8/2007 @ 2:55 pmyour son wouldn’t have said that if he were up here where i am last sunday and monday.
assistant devil's advocate (70c6c0) — 12/8/2007 @ 4:08 pm