Two things you should know before I tell this story:
1. My little boy tends to do something I’d call “shispering.” It’s a cross between singing and whispering, in which he says the words he knows and mumbles his way through the rest.
2. We listen to an iPod mix of songs when we’re in the car — some Sesame Street, some not.
So today, I heard a little bit of noise from the backseat. He has had a cough and a runny nose, so I listened carefully to see if he was OK. Here’s what I heard …
Oh … York … Unnn … stuh-dam
Since we were stuck at a traffic light, I turned my head and joined in …
Why they changed it, I can’t say
People just liked it better that waaaaay
So take me back to Constantinople
No, you can’t go back to Constantinople …
And he smiled at me.
Yes, my little boy likes They Might Be Giants to the point of singing along.
That, along with the fact that he usually requests the Dandy Warhols’ Bohemian Like You (known to him as “I like YOU?”) and enjoys the Beatles songs I often play, is proof that my kid is growing up all right.