She Combed Her Hair With A Wagon Wheel

Singing is big in my house.

My kids seem to find songs for just about everything or make them up depending on what they are doing… brushing teeth, peeing, eating…you name it.

“get my socks, get my socks…. I’d rather just collect some rocks….” (singsong voice)

Sometimes it drives me a little nuts and I just want to yell “ENOUGH with the SINGING!” and sometimes I do which becomes:

“Enough with the singing, enough with the singing… better be quiet cuz yer ears’ll be ringing…”

but then I realize that this is exactly what I should not do… because they are being creative, and playful, and in many cases learning to perform what I call intuitive duets….

Like this morning for instance… what about this little ditty that they go around singing from room to room pretty much over and over and over.  One will sing one verse and then the other will sing the next until it’s at the end and then they both chime in…. they do it unconsciously – one can be playing in one room and the other child kind of just inserts his or her part.  This morning I really listened to the words and thought…. where in THE WORLD did they learn this god awful song? and so I asked my daughter…..

“Mr Edwards” she replied. – So much for the wholesomeness of Little House on the Prairie…

Old Dan Tucker was a mighty man,
And he used to ride a big old ram,
And he pulled by his mane,
And he pulled by his tail,
And he spurred him up with his big toenail.

Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker,
Come too late to get his supper.

Old Miss Tucker was big and fat;
Her face was black as my old hat,
And her eyes stuck out and her nose stuck in,
And her underlip hangs over her chin.
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker,
Comes too late to get his supper.

Old Dan Tucker was a mighty man,
And he whipped his wife with a frying pan.
He combed his hair with a wagon wheel,
And he died with a toothache in his heel.

Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker,
Come too late to get his supper.

Old Dan Tucker, he got drunk,
And he fell in the fire and he kicked up a chunk,
And a red-hot coal got in his shoe,
And oh, my golly, how his shirttail flew.

Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker,
Come too late to get his supper


Blind Mary Strikes Again

We love Little House on the Prairie in this here house.  My daughter spends lots of time imagining life as a pioneer and I do the best I can to help her out; you know, milking the cows (feeding the dog)  and doin the chores ‘n such.  She especially likes to dress up in a long prairie dress (oversized skirt) and she wonders why stores round here don’t sell those stylish little bonnets that grace the heads of her favorite female heroines.

She wants me to dress up with her, and feels that I should wear  my hair in a “bun” like caroline and an apron over my Seven’s ( um, can you stand the visual?).

At the beginning of the school year she wanted a tin pail for carrying her lunch to school (from the house to the bus and the bus to the school) and we searched long and hard for a red gingham dishcloth to cover her “fixins” with.  I drew the line when she wanted me to call her half-pint.  Her nick name is shaky doodle and I was real sad she wanted to replace it with a name like half pint. She’s also taken to calling me “Ma” much to my irritation and pretends her brother is the blind Mary (????!).  Brad and Manon are truly the only one’s who really look the part.

“Charles Ingalls  and Brad Rodgers Aka:  “Pa”

Laura Ingalls and Manon: Aka Half Pint

Anywhoo, I thought the “phase” would wear itself out but she alternates persona’s quicker than I can shake a stick.  With no advanced notice she sets her face into an expression that’s sposed to mean she is Laura Ingalls, and says things to me like “yes ma’am” when I ask her to do something, and as part of her play acting asks me if she can do her chores before “setting” down to do her homework (she does not get homework in her school). I have to remind her that half-pint did not ask for an allowance, nor did she bargain with her parents for pillow-pets.

The other day I left them for a “spell” while I showered and dressed.  When I came back downstairs they had been in my make-up and when I saw Manon’s face covered in blush, lipstick, powder and what I think was mascara on her lashes and asked for an explanation here is what she said:

“We were playing Little House and I was being the mean ol’ Nellie and Mary was doing my stage make-up”.

Correction: Blind Mary