Our six-year old had a birthday party to go to the other day, so I took our five-year old out for lunch as a consolation prize. As we sat in the restaurant eating, Bobby McFerrin’s “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” started playing on the radio.<\/p>\n
I, of course, started singing along.<\/p>\n
“No Daddy!” he said. “Stop singing! No Singing!”<\/p>\n
“Don’t be silly. Of course we can sing. Don’t Worry, Be Happy Now – DOOO doo doo doo-”<\/p>\n
“No! No Singing!”<\/p>\n
“Yes singing.”<\/p>\n
“No”<\/p>\n
“Yes”<\/p>\n
We were at an impasse. In the background, Bobby continued singing about how we shouldn’t worry.<\/p>\n
“Okay,” I said. “As long as you’re eating, I won’t sing.” We’ve been having troubles getting him to eat lately, so I figured this was a safe bet.<\/p>\n
He stuffed a forkfull of macaroni and cheese into his mouth.<\/p>\n
“Hmph,” I said.<\/p>\n
He flashed me a cheesy grin, little bits of macaroni sticking out of his teeth. I sipped my root beer while he chewed. Fortunately, “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” is a fairly long song. The little guy swallowed and then burst out giggling.<\/p>\n
“But when you worry, you make it double” I sang along with Bobby.<\/p>\n
The little guy’s eyes widened, he grabbed more macaroni and cheese and put it in his mouth.<\/p>\n
He ate non-stop through the rest of the song.<\/p>\n
Now I have a question for all my gentle readers. Is this a victory of clever parenting or a crushing blow to my singing career? <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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