singing in the crib
Last night I crawled in bed with William Trevor’s short stories reading about the old drunk who was a war hero and the unmarried vacationing on the Mediterranean leading their second best lives, and was so happy to be going to sleep early as I have been exhausted over the Mardi Gras period.
Then Tin started singing from the crib, “Oh When The Saints – Go Marchin In – On When The Saints Go Marching In” then peals of laughter followed by conversations amongst his stuffed animals – “Zebra to Piano the monkey, Give a Moose a Muffin – HA HA HA HA – Otay.” “Evan the Alligator, “You see the SuperDome? Otay – HA HA HA HA.” Then another song, “Who Shot The LaLa I don’t know, Who Shot The LaLa I don’t know.”
Earlier in the evening I questioned the whole keyboard gifting and our indulgence of his music as he was playing the piano and wanted to play When the Saints Go Marching In so I put on Mahalia Jackson singing it and he scrunched up his nose, and said emphatically, “No, Trombone Shorty singing it.”
After a while of trying to reconcile the singing with the Trevor’s stories, I turned down the volume on his video and went to sleep.