So I’m in the kitchen guzzling a non-diet soda when my kid comes up to me in his underwear, a scarf around his neck. He opens the conversation.
“Daddy!”
“What’s up kid?”
“I must sing for you!” He’s a caroler. Great.
“You do? OK then, sing for me.” He clears his throat, or maybe it’s a grunt, then he begins his serenade.
“A lease blah di blah. A lease blah di blah. A lease blah di blah [mumble, mumble, mumble] A lease e dah. I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas. I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas. I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas from the bottom of my heart!”
“Wow Devin that was amazing!” I clapped. I hugged. I smiled. It was cute. I thought about teaching him the actual words of the song because people screwing up Christmas songs is one of my pet peeves. Then I thought better of it. I can’t wait until he’s singing that craptastic song Chicken Noodle Soup again.
Your son is quite the character. He would have me in stitches all day EVERY DAY! LOL
LMAO! And here I thought only MY SON messed up songs! HAHAHAHA…I’m not sure which is worse…
“A lease blah di blah. A lease blah di blah. A lease blah di blah [mumble, mumble, mumble] A lease e dah. I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas. I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas. I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas from the bottom of my heart!”
or
“Rudof da renno raineer…[mumble, mumble, mumble] an if you eder sawdit you wuneever say it glowed… LIKE A LIGHTBULB!”
Yeah, I hate that chicken noodle crap, but I’d almost rather here that again too!