Showing posts from May, 2012

And that's why childrens' art is awesome

by Andrea Mulder-Slater My daughter asked for paint and paper again this afternoon - as she often does. Several paint strokes later, this is what materialized. Me: Wow - it's wonderful. The colours are terrific. I love the turquoise, purple and green that you chose... My daughter (interrupting my rambling): It's a "scaremanon". Me: Oh, ok. It's what? My daughter (matter of factly): A scaremanon mom. Me (excitedly): Ooooo. What does it do? My daughter (sighing): It's for people to use when the monsters are coming. Me: Of course. I see now. Then, my 3 year old sat down and patiently began elaborating. She pointed out the various part of the picture, y'know, to make things clearer for me. My daughter: See mom, it has a handle. And there's food inside. Kind of like a picnic basket. Then, she described the food in the basket, the people who would use the basket and how far away the monsters were. And this, my friends, 

There were ten in the bed - and then things got weird.

My 3-year-old daughter and I were traipsing through the online fields of YouTube when we discovered “Ten in the Bed” - a song, which shall forever be known as the second most persistent earworm I’ve ever encountered (the first being “Wake Me Up Before You Go Go”). Damn you, Wham!. Before I go on, I feel it necessary to post this open letter to George Michael. Dear George, I love you - really I do. But please, for the love of cake (or shoes, or crack, or whatever), don’t ever (EVER) start singing children’s songs. If you do, I will be forced to stick my head underwater where I hope the sounds of your wickedly catchy voice singing row, row, row your boat, will be barely audible – you know, over my cries for help. Thanks in advance. Signed, me. It’s not that I dislike children’s music. On the contrary. There are many songs I love – like Over in the Meadow, Tonight You Belong to Me and Little Boxes. (Those are all kid-friendly, right?) It’s just that after three years of abso