In a desperate attempt to divert Anthony’s attention away from hitting his sisters, climbing the walls (literally!), breaking things and being a general pain-in-the-neck toddler, I grabbed the first kids’ video I could reach and stuffed it into the VCR last Saturday.
Heaven help me, it was The Wiggles.
For the past five days, I have heard the following four words sung repeatedly in a variety of melodies (although the word “melody” is questionable), voices and octaves: Fruit Salad. Yummy, yummy. Over and over, until I want to poke sharp things into my ears. Someone, give me my two ruptured eardrums back!
Because I have the mental maturity of an 8-year-old Desperate for a change in lyrics, I suggested “Poop Salad” to my husband, and wouldn’t you know, Anthony HAD to overhear. Guess which variation he’s singing RIGHT NOW?
You know what? I don’t even care. At least now we have an extra pair of lyrics to interchange with the original two.
If I can’t convince him to take up a new song, then I am going to teach him the rest of it, even if it kills me. (I won’t have hearing then, right? RIGHT?!?!)
Who wants a Wiggles video?