Recently, one of the ways to get Noah to eat is to literally do a song and dance for him. Since I’m the one feeding him the porridge, C is the designated entertainer. We honestly never thought that we’d be the sort of parents who would sing and dance just to get our kid to eat, but here we are, clowning around just so the little boy would open his mouth and eat.
The problem with getting C to entertain the baby during meal-times is that C is terrible at singing nursery rhymes. He always gets the lyrics wrong, and this time round, ‘Mary had a little lamb’ was the song unfortunate enough to be butchered by him.
C: Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb. Mary had a little lamb, and she was… What ah?
Me: She was nothing! It’s not even ‘she was’!
C: It’s not? Then what?
Me: Its fleece was white as snow.
C: Oohhh… Its fleece was white as snow. Ta-dah!
Me: Please. I don’t know why you are so proud of yourself when you can’t even get the lyrics right.
C: (Ignores me and launches into a new song) ABCDEFG… Next year won’t you sing with me?
Me: Next time! Next time! How can you possibly think it’s ‘next year’?
Sigh. I hope Noah won’t learn the wrong lyrics from C when he’s older! With C’s inaccurate singing and his mum’s inappropriate versions, I’m going to have a tough time teaching Noah the right nursery rhymes…
Noah being cheeky during dinner