Music and Lyrics

There are few things as hilarious as a three-year old singing pop music. Buddy has a real knack for memorizing lyrics and has particular taste when it comes to music. At the moment he loves "girl songs," as he calls them. Avril Lavigne and Carrie Underwood are two of his favorites, but he also really likes Simple Plan and Snow Patrol. In fact, he had a gift certificate from Fred Meyer we needed to use. I figured he'd want toys, but I told him he could pick out a CD if he wanted instead. He was sold, and Carrie Underwood became he very first CD. I have to agree it's a great CD, but how embarrassing will that be later in his life?

It's always amazed us how quickly he picks up on lyrics and how easily he recognizes music. Seriously, he can identify most popular songs on the radio. Like father, like son apparently. Here's a sampling of the lyrics I've heard Buddy singing in the last day or so:

This song is G's current ring tone on his cell phone and Buddy sings this at the top of his lungs in his room when he's playing.

I'm a nightmare, a disaster
That's what they always say
I'm a lost cause, not a hero
But I'll make it on my own
I've gotta prove them wrong
Me against the world
It's me against the world

And then anytime a Carrie Underwood comes on the radio (which is constantly), Buddy will belt these songs out. I wish I could somehow videotape this so you can hear the audio. Trust me, it's dang funny.

I don't wanna' spend my life jaded
Waiting to wake up one day and find
That I've let all these years go by
Wasted

-or-

And he don't know...
That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats...
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights
Slashed a hole in all 4 tires...
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.

And yes, I have had to have several conversations with G about making sure Buddy only listens to appropriate music. And yes, Buddy is constantly asking me what words mean. Like 'jaded,' and 'anotha.'

In fact, that reminds me of a funny story. A couple of months ago G and Buddy were riding in the car together. G changed the station because he wasn't crazy about the particular song. Buddy said, "Dad, was that song inappropriate?" Apparently Buddy got the idea that if we change the station, it must be an inappropriate song. That's my boy.