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Ron Jackson's Perspective
The Sunday Journal -
Think
Kankakee, Illinois
January 29, 2006
Spiyerman listens
to music on wadio |
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Some of you may remember my
two-year-old Spiyerman from a couple of Halloweens ago. Well,
now he is four years old and is more of a magnet-man than anything
else. He catches everything. I mean everything. He
even knows the value of money. Those little brown monies are
only for collecting in coffee cans. He likes silver coins or
green paper.
On one recent trip to McDonald's, which is still his
favorite place in his whole wide world, he wanted to hear some
music.
"Can you turn on the wadio, please," he asked. He
has trouble with his "R" words. He likes to eat waisans, never
has a weason for doing what he shouldn't, and most times he will
remind you that he has been a weal good boy.
Just to hear him say it again, I asked him what did he
want.
"Can you turn on the wadio and play some music?"
"Oh, Ok," I respond, attempting to conceal my laughter.
Trying to be careful as I hastily pushed the preset buttons past all
the talk radio stations, I found a station that played current
pop/hip-hop music. Before I could change it fast enough, out
came, "My hump, my..."
"Hey!" came from the back seat, "I like that song."
"What?" I replied, pretending not to know what I had
done. His comeback surprised me.
In his own version, I heard, "My hum, my hum, my lil
bitty hum. Whacha gon do wit all that junk all that junk in
your chunk."
"How do you know that song?" I asked.
"My daddy house. I sing it everyday wit my daddy.
My hum, my hum..."
Thank goodness. We arrived at McDonald's just in
time, and the drive-thru was out of the question. Dining in
was my perfect escape. After a quick breakfast, it was time to
go see his Gigi (short for grandmother in denial).
Before he could ask for more music, I put in what I
considered an appropriate song. It was Aretha Franklin's
"Chain of Fools" as sung by his Gigi.
"Can you tell me who this is?" I asked him with a hint
in my voice.
"I don't know, and I don't like it 'eever'," he said.
"Listen, it's your Gigi singing," I said as
convincingly as I could muster.
"No it's not. My Gigi don't sing that song," he
said even more convincingly.
"Yes it is. Listen to it," I said as I played it
again while counting the few short blocks to go. I turned up
the music to drown out any further complaint.
Chain, chain, chain, Chain, chain, chain.
Chain of fools. Ohh yeah. For five long years, I thought
you were my man, but I found out, I was a link in your chain...
Ah. Home at last. He jumped from his seat
and ran from the car into the house to show his Gigi his new toy.
As Gigi and I discussed his newfound ability to learn songs,
especially inappropriate ones, Gigi confirmed that yes, he knew the
entire "My Hump" song as well as one titled "Hollaback Girl."
But to our hearts' delight, we heard a pleasant sound
coming from the other room.
"Jay, jay, jay, jay, jay, jay. Jay da fool.
Oh yeah, jay, jay, jay. Jay da fool. I found out.
I was a fool..."
We listened proudly for a bit before interrupting him
with, "What song are you singing?"
"Jay da fool. It's my Gigi song."
Yep, Magnet-man had caught something else.
Now more than ever, we have to be careful what we say
whenever he is around. |
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