WARNING: While this post is tagged under family, it is not quite family friendly. It addresses themes of an irreverent political and social nature. It may, in fact, even represent bad parenting. In short, Tatiana would highly disapprove…
But if you have a late night sense of humor (GG), or an SNL sense of humor (not you, GG), read on.
If not…well, consider yourself warned.
A lovely friend came to spend some time with us in Worcester, Mass a couple of weeks ago.
To the best of my recollection I said, ‘Oh ha ha ha, have you seen that video on SNL? It just cracks me up because that guy from Maroon 5 is so ridiculously serious.’
Then I played it for her while G sat on the floor and feverishly did a puzzle in the type of trance only a 3 year old can get himself into.
Now, before you read any further, click this link below to watch the full video or the rest of this post won’t make any sense. Then click back!
So later that day on a trip to Trader Joe’s, G started to sing, ‘I ran, I ran….ecuse me, what next MaMa?’
‘Uhhhhhhh. I don’t know sweetie,’ I replied stunned, ‘I-ran so far away?’
‘I-ran. I ran so far away,’ he sang out, ‘what next?’
‘Uhhhhmmmm…You’re home and in my heart you’ll stay?’
Stop it…stop it, Elizabeth! Don’t teach him the words to this song.
I can’t stop! I can’t help it, I’m so shocked he knows it at all, I just have no control over what I’m saying. Besides, it’s harmless. What are the chances he’ll ever sing it again after this car ride? He doesn’t even sing wheels on the bus anymore.
‘Uhhhhh…I don’t know…how about…I look up to the sky, I look up to the sky, I look up to the sky, hiiiiiiiiiigh!’
Well, 2 weeks later, not only has he refined his technique in terms of pitch and rhythm, he performs this little chorus daily, constantly, ad nauseum, everywhere.
Baltimore Aquarium? Busts it out with dance moves in front of friends and strangers alike. Grocery store? Sings it out while he runs down the aisle. Maryland Science Museum? It was not spared.
And while it is esoteric enough, I rue the day when he busts this little number out in front of that one, circa 2008 SNL watcher who gives me a shocked and appalled look—until then—may you learn from my mistakes.