November 17, 2005

From the Department of Hard to Take

filed under: Dadditudes

This morning was not my morning to get up with The Buddy, so I "slept in" to the slothful hour of 8:15. I awoke to the strains of "Diego Radio," a Nick Jr. website which will, distressingly, play all of the songs from the new Dora spinoff, "Go, Diego, Go!"

I staggered blearily out into the living room, eager to see my son for a few brief moments before heading off to work and a full evening of rehearsals.

Max saw me coming and his face lit up - with horror. He ran towards me with his hands up in the universal sign for "stop."

"NO DADDY!" he shouted frantically. "DON'T SING!!!"

He then clutched both hands to his face in despair at the very notion, and fell on the ground wailing.


ADDENDUM:

This morning, Lisa was singing the theme to the new Noggin series, Jack's Big Music Show. "Come on everybody give your hands a clap! Dum deedee dum deedum deedum day!" I joined in for a verse.

Max declared: "No, Daddy! Stop singing! YUCK."

Sigh.

Posted by rjt at November 17, 2005 01:00 PM
Comments

how is this different from any other person you've known to hear you sing? D'oh!

what's his opinion on your dancing?
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