My child sings in the bathroom. Maybe it's the bathroom, not the child. Maybe it's the tile and solid surface and the way the noise bounces. Maybe he is a budding acoustical engineer. Maybe he's just weird. If so, it's Tim's fault, not mine. No weird genes in my body. Not. One.
Other people brush their teeth. Jonathan takes the toothbrush in hand, gazes into the mirror, and starts dancing. Toothbrush goes in the mouth, right hand makes brushing motions, left hand points to the sky, hips sway, and we have Disco tooth brushing! Lips sing around the toothbrush, feet shuffle back and forth. It's full body tooth brush time! After a couple of seconds, right hand forgets it's supposed to be brushing, teeth clench the tooth brush, head bobs up and down, mouth SINGS! Dad yells "Have you finished the top?" "HAVE YOU FINISHED THE TOP?" Jonathan pauses, rubs the top teeth with the toothbrush for a few seconds, catches that gleam in his eye in the mirror, smiles a toothbrushy smile, points left finger to the sky, and it's Disco tooth brushing again!
And bath time. Every other night (er, or so) we go through the routine. "No, Mom! It's not a bath night! I don't want to take a bath!" All the way to the tub, where he sits and hums and sings and sponges all the walls and redistributes the bath water into his 15 water containers in assorted sizes. "No, Mom! I'm not ready to stop! Just five more minutes!"
And finally, the dreaded pooper time. He goes in. Fan goes on. SINGING! For about 15 minutes minimum. SINGING! Mostly nonsense songs and humming and other noises (the acoustical engineer coming through). SINGING! For 15 minutes or more. No problem when it happens in the evening, with time to spare. Problem when it happens just as we're on our way out the door. HUGE ALL CAPS PROBLEM when it happens while we're out in public, and a responsible parent gets to spend some quality time on the opposite side of a swinging door of a public restroom.
Ok that's all. Except I am totally going to save this post and share it with his first date.
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3 comments:
Oh boy, this is so funny. Precious and hilarious. I hope to be in a public restroom with you and your singing son someday!
That's fun! I hope he keeps it up for years to come. When did us grown-ups decide it wasn't cool to sing or dance outloud? I bet Jonathan could teach us a few things we've forgotten.
Funny trivia: When I started applying to colleges back in the day, I would always proudly state on the application that I was planning on majoring in "physics with an emphasis in acoustical engineering." I thought I'd made the term up myself, but apparently it's a real occupation?! Cool.
Singing, dancing, and humming are positive things! All's good in his world.
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