Say what???
Posted On July 26, 2011
Master O, aged 4 is getting married.
Or so he announced this week.
Being a teacher of this age group I should have seen it coming.
I have witnessed many a lunchtime wedding ceremony complete with pipe cleaner rings and fallen leaf bouquets.
But it was not one of his Kindy sweethearts he was going to marry..
it was me.
I blame Bruno Mars.
Marry You
We love this song A LOT at our house at the moment and I guess the words “I think I want to marry you” being yelled (not sung) at each other have subliminally sunk into his mind. Lots of talks about who you can and can’t marry (that was a tricky one) we have moved on. With the radio blaring we drive to Kindy. We arrive like every other day for Master O to excitedly tell his friends everything that has happened in the twelve hours since he saw them last, I only hope is teachers don’t over hear.
He begins to play and as usual he starts singing as he works.
He can’t help it. It’s hereditary.
Loudly and in his best singing voice he sings…
“She’s a dirty, dirty dancer”.
say what???
Where did he get that from.
With a few quick shhushes and a look from him of what’s wrong with my singing,
I make a quick and discrete exit.
Later that morning I confess my embarrassing motherhood moment to a friend.
The guilt has set in! I am one of those mothers.
You know the ones who don’t sensor what their children listen to the radio.
The price paid for this sin is a child who knows all the words to those songs and uses them to embarrass his mother.
Should I admit that this wasn’t the first time?
This incident came after a recent discussion about Master O singing.
“Where’s my car, where’s my keys, where my clothes”
Where are his things Mummy?
Mummy answer: Probably in his bedroom under the mess.
That’s what happens when you don’t clean up your room. You can’t find anything!
I am now trying very hard to sensor what he listens to, especially in the car, where most of these incidents have originated. I only hope I haven’t done any long term damage.
How bad could it be?
Worst case scenario. As an adult he lives out the words of his childhood and
gets married, to a dirty dirty dancer, after he has lost his car, keys and clothes.
Oh dear. I hope not.
