Hey Superman, can I borrow that leaden suit?

Will is 3 and is dutifully learning all of things that will help support his development into a full-blown kid. Part of this process is learning songs, something that is fun, but also has a dark side.

In the beginning of learning a song, Will remembers various pieces. So when he sings it, it is as if each phrase is on a small card, with Will singing the phrase as he randomly selects one of the cards. No cards ever leave the deck, so the same card can be drawn and repeated over and over again. It goes sort of like this:

“My poor MEATball….ran into a BUSH…out of the door…my poor MEATball…poor little MEATBALL…ran into a BUSH…fell on the floor…my poor meatBALL…on some spisghetti…my meatball…somebody sneezed.”

This is the cute part. This is when we grow incredible quiet, turning down all other noises to secretly listen. It’s the stuff parenting dreams are made of.

And then there are the other songs. Our current winner of “most annoying thing my son does” goes like this:

“Trick-or-treat, smell my feet…” (and repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat…)

Yes, THAT annoying thing. Ugh. If he knew anymore of it — especially if he knew it had something to do with underwear — I think it would be the only thing he’d ever say. The current mode of operation is to ignore it and redirect him to something else. I don’t want him to think that the phrase has any power over me — although in truth, it’s repetition is like kryptonite, slowly eating away at my Supermom powers. I’ll hang in there. It will wear off eventually… right?