How Not to Train Your Dragon
04/10/2010
Do you remember the song “Puff the Magic Dragon?” Well, if you don’t just come within a football field of our house and perhaps you’ll learn it. That’s Jack’s new song, and apparently, it sounds better to his ears at 120 decibels.
I should count my blessings. It’s more appropriate for a three and-a-half year old than his previous favs, “Boom, Boom, Pow” wherein “chicks are jocking [his] style.” It’s certainly preferable to Zach Brown’s vacation anthem that has Jack proclaim ”I got my ass in the sand” and “a cold beer in my hand.” That one must go over well with the admins at his preschool.
The good news, Jack seems to have a wide range of musical tastes. The bad news, and it is tragically so if you know me: He has my voice.
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I remember walking into Vons with my daughter at age 3 who had just discovered the movie Grease. She belted out ” and I need a man- who can keep me satisfied” as we walked through the door to a waiting audience.