After yesterday’s highbrow post, something s little closer to the earth:
My youngest son, Theo, is kind of an air head. You tell him to get dressed and a few minutes later he wanders back having brushed his teeth. You tell him to brush his teeth and he puts on his shoes. My wife and I find ourselves saying things like, “Look at me, I’m going to give you an instruction. Are you listening? Repeat what I said,” etc. His typical defense when he doesn’t want to do something is, “I have other interests.” As if to say, “Mom, Dad, your desires for me are nowhere near as urgent as what I’d like to be doing right now.” Back and forth it goes.
He and I were joking about this as I dropped him off at school, and I told him I was going to write a song about it. Think of it as a bite-size rock opera with two characters, a father and a son. Here’s the MP3.
There are words coming out of my mouth
There are ears attached to the side of your head
Do you see that I’m looking at you and making sounds?
Why can’t you do what I say?
I have other interests (2x)
Like reading books and memorizing Pi
I have other interests (2x)
That thing you just said already slipped my mind.
You’ve got goo filled to the brim of your skull
It’s called a brain. It’s a useful thing for processing instructions.
Why can’t you remember the things that I say?
Is your plan to slowly drive me nuts, son?
I have other interests (2x)
Like drawing cartoons and watching TV
I have other interests (2x)
Wait—were you saying something to me?
AHHH
La la la