The Joys of Fatherhood

I’m a singer.
Jenn is a singer.
Raelyn is an off-key singer.

And now we are slowing teaching Owen to make up songs about everyday objects and situations by asking to “sing a song about [x]” where [x] could be goldfish or peanut butter or swimming and the song structure consists of our little boy warbling that one word or phrase ad infinitum.

This morning I succumbed to the joys of making up my own song to the tune of The Human League’s “Don’t You Want Me (Baby)”.

I was singing about waffles to Owen.

“Don’t you want a/some waffle(s)”

You get the drift.

Damn thing has been lodged in my ears ever since. (I may have heard it at the gym last week).

Here it is again. You’re welcome.

Have fun getting that one ought of your head.

Maybe I’ll eat some waffles for lunch.


One thought on “The Joys of Fatherhood

  1. Michael Huffman says:

    I’m not a father… yet… but I constantly make up songs to our dog, replacing words with the dog’s name or some canine reference word — my wife thinks I’m hurt in the head for doing so. It’s nice to know that I’m not the only person that suffers from this disease. 🙂

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