Music To My Ears

A while back, Laurel wrote a post on my dear brother, her husband Ian, and his singing antics around the house (and because evidently trying to link another post to mine is beyond my Gen X mind, you'll just have to image how funny said post was). I loved the blog and reminisced about many such songs I heard while growing up around Ian. We often noted that he could not move without making some sort of sound effect. Since the blog, I have been paying more attention to my personal house soloist, Dave. Dave used to only make up songs for me but now prefers his new audience of Claire. Claire is a little less discerning at this point and doesn't interrupt him (except by oohs and aahs which actually encourage him) or have the ability to quickly leave the room.

This morning I overheard this little ditty from my bed, where I was still trying to get some shut eye, regardless of the fact that Claire had been laid on top of me moments earlier by dad. Claire was in the office with Dave and the song begins,

You crawl here, you crawl there, you crawww-all everywhere (good start, kind of catchy right?)

You look here, you look there, you loo-ook everywhere (I'm liking this, I can picture Claire bouncing to the tune now)

You eat shoes, you eat shoes, nasty fungusy shoes (What, what is she eating? I am almost out of my prolonged reverie at this point.)

With broken toenails, broken toenails, broken TOOOEEENAAAAIIIILS!

I hate to leave you suspended in the middle of Dave's aria, but the song abruptly ended for Claire and me here. I was suddenly wide awake with Claire in my arms, prying said shoe from her mouth and taking her to the kitchen for a real meal.

I always said I like to wake up to music, and you know the universe always gives you what you want, in one way or another.

BTW, the place is rented and it paid for our complete two week vacation to Mexico and California. Not bad, Craig's List.