Last night I gave Steve a long-overdue hair cut.
The way this generally works is that he begins looking disreputable and vaguely mad scientist around the edges, and I say: "You really need a hair cut." He agrees and we go back to reading things. Then three weeks or so pass, until his head has become a whirling vortex of Christopher Lloyd.
"That's Taxi-era Christopher Lloyd," he clarifies.
At last it is too much for even my profound inertia to withstand, and it is time to go down to the cellar. That is where hair cuts happen, among the laundry and old packing boxes and other impedimenta. But first the hair must be made wet, so Steve showers as I read something. A warbling falsetto drifts down the stairs.
"That was quite a song," I remark as he emerges.
"Yes. 'O Canada'!"
"Oh, I thought it was 'When the Saints Come Marching In'."
"Well, it was to the tune of 'When the Saints Come Marching In'. Here, I'll sing it for you."
O Canada
You are a land
A land with lots of polar bears
Lots... and lots of bears
O Canada, you are a land.
O Canada
You're in the north
You're in the northern hemisphere
The northern, western hemisphere
O Canada, you're in the north.
Then I cut all his hair off. The end!
If he could rewrite the second verse to be in french we'd probably switch!
Posted by: Rob Drimmie | 11/13/2009 at 12:55 PM
When I'm in the bathtub with Hawaiian Punch, I like to sing, to the tune of "We're in the Money":
We're in the bathtub! We're in the bathtub!
We've got a lot of what it takes to get us clean.
Posted by: heebie-geebie | 11/14/2009 at 10:28 AM
Thank for making me laugh on Monday morning.
Last week's song for the cats was "Bohemian Rhapsody" with all the lyrics replaced by the cats' names.
Posted by: Amy | 11/16/2009 at 08:19 AM
Rob: I'll tell him to get right on it.
Heebie and Amy: Hooray for more silly songs!
Posted by: redfox | 11/16/2009 at 01:22 PM
In my family (okay, just for me), the seasonal favorite is "Jingle Goats," which I made up for my then-six-year-old niece in the car as we drove by the hillside where the goats resided.
That was twelve years ago, and I persist in singing it. Oh, my.
Posted by: Elsa | 11/25/2009 at 02:41 PM