Dearest Daughters,
A college friend once told me, "You have a song in your heart for everything." I don't think she meant it in a nice way; it was more of a mean girl, shut the hell up with your bad singing, Lauren kind of way; which is why I remember what she said. But, as your Dad says, "I'll take that as a comment." So, I choose to embrace the fact that I have a song in my heart for everything. Because, dear me, I do. Oh, I do.
We live with a Mommy created soundtrack of previously produced and Dearest Daughter's original songs. Songs for brushing teeth or getting dressed. Songs for holding still during diaper changes and songs for going poop in the big girl potty. Songs about animals, vehicles and kitchen utensils. My main motive for living a musical is to distract from your perpetual endeavor to Make Life More Difficult.
I have memories of Lolopop singing "Little Bunny Foo Foo" to us, probably to get Unkinan and I to HOLD STILL and STOP FIGHTING BACK THERE! It's a song that I sang to other kids as I grew older, to ones I babysat, to my nieces and then to my own children. But, it wasn't until about a month ago, when I went to look up the lyrics, that I realized there was a moral to the story.
Depending on the version of the song you're familiar with, you might know how it ends for the mischievous and wilful Bunny Foo Foo, he's: "Hare today, goon tomorrow."
And I seriously lived 27 years not knowing this last line to the song, not realizing there was a moral to the story, not getting the puns, the humorous adult twist on the otherwise silly children's song. I don't think it was because my dad excluded the last line. In fact, I'm sure he did include it, because knowing the clever dude he is, that is probably the whole reason he even sang the song to us.
But, it was wasted on me. I just didn't get it. Or ignored it. Because I preferred to dwell on Foo Foo repeatedly bopping field mice on the head. I mean, he bopped the field mice at least FIVE times, depending on the number of verses you can tolerate singing. With NO consequences whatsoever. He was obviously satisfied with himself. What a horrible lesson to teach children: you get FIVE more chances to bully field mice! In my opinion, it was the Fairy who ought to have learned her lesson. She should have taken Foo Foo out the first time. If the other bunnies were watching, she'd never have to work another day in her life, flitting about delivering warning after warning. I say, no empty threats, no warning, no nothing. Just a swift crack to the head. And done.
And therein lies the root of all my amoral behavior.
Love,
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