March 21, 2011

Don't Forget the Lyrics

My son is upstairs singing, "I like to move it, move it...I like to move it, move it."  Funny, but I'd like for him to sleep it, sleep it.

Oh, wait.

Now, I hear him singing the words to James Taylor's "Sweet Baby James."  A song that I have been singing to him since he was born.  I think it's brilliant that he, at three years old, knows the entire song.   Of course, really... he should.

But what is most brilliant is the look on Mia's (grandma's) face when he sings the lyrics.

My mom listened to James sing over the weekend.  He spouted out the lyrics, and she looks at me, horrifed and says, "Why are you teaching him to sing that song!?!"

He sang:
"As the moon rises
He sits by the fire
Thinking about women 
And glasses of beer."

I smile at her.

She says again, "What song is this???"

I grin.  "What, Momma? 'Sweet Baby James'?"

Even at thirty-one, I can't resist getting a rise out of my mom.   And I wonder why God gave me that crazy son of mine...

The Sweet Baby James lyrics episode was almost as good as when mom thought we were giving James a "Bud Lightyear" toy for his birthday.

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