Saturday, November 18, 2006

Please don't sing

I had made split pea soup in the crock pot for dinner last night, which meant that during the time I typically prepare dinner, we had time to just hang out. I took Lindsay upstairs with me on the bed, and sang to her while I played my guitar. She looked on with amusement.

Into the chorus of the song I was singing, Lauren came in and sat on the bed. She folded her chest over her legs and collapse, rear end up, in a sobbing mass of little girl. I stopped playing and set down my guitar.

"What's the matter?" I asked, stroking her back.

"I don't want to tell you," she sobbed.

"Are you worried I will be mad?" I asked, "Because I won't be mad."


"If we talk about what's making you sad, you will probably feel better."

She heaved a heavy sigh, and looked up at me, her face damp. "This will be the day that I...die?" And with that began another eruption of tears.

"Oh honey, it's a's not even a song about's a song about Buddy Holly..."

"I don't like it." she said, jutting out her chin. "Don't sing it any more."


karen said...

Maybe change the lyrics? I used to amuse the kids (and probably annoy Chris) by singing the alphabet to every tune I knew. Ross was particularly fond of my version to the tune of "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" - two runs of the alphabet fit into that one quite neatly.

Fraukow said...

I love the alphabet to everything! My son Lucas likes to change everything to be about trains - even before dinner prayers!

Kicking N. Screaming said...

My dad used to play guitar and sing to us. "Puff the Magic Dragon" was a favorite. I was going to suggest it, but then I's really depressing.