Night routine

[cristovau]

Books, Dinosaurs!, Arrow to the Sun, Arthur's April Fool, Who Wants a Cheap Rhinoceros

Songs... Alligators All Around, In Your Eyes, Mr. Thong and Perry the Platypus

Ira had to bring back Mr. Thong. Luckily, I made up a lullaby. In other news, I smashed one of our laundry baskets to squish a spider. That is ONE dead spider.

More anon...

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[gra-is-stor.livejournal.com]

"In other news, I smashed one of our laundry baskets to squish a spider. That is ONE dead spider."

I am still ROFL over that one. Thank you. :D

[kumir-k9.livejournal.com]

Mr. Thong? This sounds very wrong. You'll have to sing me this song.

The only good spider is a dead spider, at least if it's within 10 feet of me. Your laundry basket died for a good cause.

[cristovau.livejournal.com]

Mr. Thong is a character that I made up during one of my made up songs for my kids sessions. He is a superhero who can pull nearly any item out of his admittedly limited costume. He usually fights aliens or robots to the hyper-oldies, punk style of the Ramones. One of his primary weapons, that he somehow stores in his magical thong, is a giant bowling ball.

See, the rules of the improv song for the kids is that I will accept four random items to include in a song. If it is my six year old daughter that is no problem. But when my ten year old step-son is making the request and picking items, the songs get... ...creative. Mr. Thong is a tool for managing some of that creativity.

The curse of improvisational singing is that I can hardly repeat any song. This one had an amusing Puck, "I go, I go, look at me go" quality. The last verses went something like, "If I don't end this song soon, this song will never end, yes, if I don't end it soon it will never end, My friend, oh, never end, no it will never end. Yes, if I don't end this soon it will never end." The third time I sang that final verse, my step-son burst into uncontrollable giggles. The old, cheap jokes are still the best.