Today the boys and I were in the basement. They were playing “house”…which was quite interesting to say the least.
Picture this: Jackson is putting Sawyer down for bed. Sawyer has his head on a pillow and Jackson covers him up. Jackson says, “Hush, Buddy” and then begins to sing…
“Well it’s 9 o’clock on a Saturday…the regular crowd shuffles in…there’s a guy in the bar sitting next to me…giving love to his tonic and gin! Ta titty ta titty taaaaaaaaaa……ta ta titty taaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Sing us a song you’re the piano man…..”
What!?! I was shocked. It was plain as day — Jackson singing his heart out to Billy Joel.
I called Brad and asked him if, by any chance, he has been singing the “Piano Man” to Jackson when he puts him down at night. “Well of course!” Brad exclaimed.
Ok. Well, maybe you could pick another verse? I really don’t think the preschool teachers are going to appreciate Jackson singing about “giving love to his tonic and gin.”
What ever happened to the classic lullaby?? I mean, really. Twinkle, twinkle anyone?? ANYONE!?!
