the song that must not be played

Friday, September 20, 2013

I don't have very much music on my iPhone.  Quite frankly, I am not that organized.  And my phone is so full of pictures of Jack that there's not a lot of room for music.  First world problems, right here.  I know.

I do have music that I've bought on my phone.  Most of that is purchased in a fit of afternoon rush hour pique when the radio stations suck and I need to keep my sanity.  Other purchases include running music.  Running music is the stuff that you won't cop to listening to in "regular life," but will get you through the last mile of a race or long run.  (Exhibit A:  Cypress Hill, Insane in the Brain.  It's on my phone.  Anyone who went to Bates with me and went to a Den Terrace party will understand.  The rest of you are totally allowed to laugh and think I'm nuts.)

I can't remember exactly when I bought the Ellie Goulding.  I have a vague understanding that people either love her or hate her.  I love her.  I love "Lights."  And she performed at Will and Kate's wedding reception.  And the song "Anything Can Happen" was the theme song for Season One of Girls, which I watched in one day on HBO demand.

So...the other day, I had my phone plugged into the USB port in my car, which automatically makes my super-smart car stereo start playing music from it.  I have no idea why it starts wherever it does, but this day, "Anything Can Happen" started up.  Jack and I had just gotten in the car after the pick-up from school.

And so it began.

Jack:  "MOMMA, I DON'T LIKE THAT GIRL SONG."

Me:    Uh.  OK.

Jack:  MOMMA, TURN IT OFF RIGHT NOW.

Me:    Well ... OK.  [I mean, what?]

Jack:  Don't play that girl song.  Ever again.  Right?

Me:    Uh.  OK, buddy.  [Thinking:  Not when you're in the car, clearly.]

As if that wasn't hilarious enough, evidently the song lingered in Jack's delicate psyche for a while.  The next day, over 24 hours later, while we were brushing our teeth at bedtime...

Jack:  Momma.  You never ever don't play that girl song again, RIGHT?

Me:  OK.  No, I won't.  [WHAT?]

One of the ways in which karma is apparently getting me now that I am a parent is by giving me an extremely opinionated child.

Hope karma is kind to you today.

Talk to you soon,
Heather

1 comment:

  1. AWESOME. Allie dose that to me. Only she says I can't sing.

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Friday, September 20, 2013

the song that must not be played

I don't have very much music on my iPhone.  Quite frankly, I am not that organized.  And my phone is so full of pictures of Jack that there's not a lot of room for music.  First world problems, right here.  I know.

I do have music that I've bought on my phone.  Most of that is purchased in a fit of afternoon rush hour pique when the radio stations suck and I need to keep my sanity.  Other purchases include running music.  Running music is the stuff that you won't cop to listening to in "regular life," but will get you through the last mile of a race or long run.  (Exhibit A:  Cypress Hill, Insane in the Brain.  It's on my phone.  Anyone who went to Bates with me and went to a Den Terrace party will understand.  The rest of you are totally allowed to laugh and think I'm nuts.)

I can't remember exactly when I bought the Ellie Goulding.  I have a vague understanding that people either love her or hate her.  I love her.  I love "Lights."  And she performed at Will and Kate's wedding reception.  And the song "Anything Can Happen" was the theme song for Season One of Girls, which I watched in one day on HBO demand.

So...the other day, I had my phone plugged into the USB port in my car, which automatically makes my super-smart car stereo start playing music from it.  I have no idea why it starts wherever it does, but this day, "Anything Can Happen" started up.  Jack and I had just gotten in the car after the pick-up from school.

And so it began.

Jack:  "MOMMA, I DON'T LIKE THAT GIRL SONG."

Me:    Uh.  OK.

Jack:  MOMMA, TURN IT OFF RIGHT NOW.

Me:    Well ... OK.  [I mean, what?]

Jack:  Don't play that girl song.  Ever again.  Right?

Me:    Uh.  OK, buddy.  [Thinking:  Not when you're in the car, clearly.]

As if that wasn't hilarious enough, evidently the song lingered in Jack's delicate psyche for a while.  The next day, over 24 hours later, while we were brushing our teeth at bedtime...

Jack:  Momma.  You never ever don't play that girl song again, RIGHT?

Me:  OK.  No, I won't.  [WHAT?]

One of the ways in which karma is apparently getting me now that I am a parent is by giving me an extremely opinionated child.

Hope karma is kind to you today.

Talk to you soon,
Heather
 
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