Michael and I made a CD of some new music and some of our favorite songs for a road trip to Atlanta in January (the very same trip where we saw snow). I'll post that story (complete with video) in the next couple of days.
Anyway, Michael asked me (from the back of the car), "Mommy, why would anyone need to say sandwich?" Umm ... how does one answer that?
So I ask, "What?" See how articulate I am? I'll just make him ask again while I come up with something brilliant.
And then he says, "Why is this person singing about needing to say sandwich?"
We were listening to Say What you Need to Say by John Mayer. Michael heard "Sandwich - You Need to Say". Funny. Kid.
It was then that I realized he is a duplicate of his mother. Me. I got through life thinking that many songs were something completely different than what they really were. Like I Want a New TRUCK. Right ... Huey Lewis was actually singing about wanting a new DRUG. Totally different meaning. Or Stop in the Neighborhood. When really one was Stopping in the NAME OF LOVE. Not the same. I imagine that Michael would have had the same leanings as he got older. See ... we liked music for the beat. Without so much a care for the lyrics. If we didn't know it, we just made them up. Filled in the blanks with other things.
I passed down my knack for mistaken lyrics to my child. The rest of the trip and everytime we heard this song, Michael and I would sing the wrong lyrics. We would also sing it when we ate sandwiches. But we would point to the sandwich. We are clever. And choreographers.
How thankful I am for fun memories with my funny kid. I just wish that we were making more of them. Today. And every day.
4 comments:
Wish you were, too, Jenn.
And from here on out, I will now sing "Sandwich - you need to say" whenever I hear that song! Sending love!
Everytime I see that Hallmark commercial now I think of Michael. If you haven't seen it, that song is playing in the foreground while other things are going on. Don't you love my specifics?
Nicole
Jenn-my niece, who is 9, has recently been introduced to Alanis Morrisette, via her very hip Aunt Jenn. Okay, not the dreadful songs, the lighter, early years. She sings "The cross-eyed bear that you gave to me..." and I laugh every time. I don't have the heart to correct her-she sings it with such confidence and passion yelling out to me from the back seat, windows down, hair blowing. I just sing along "The cross-eyed bear," indeed! She and Michael would have been great friends.
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