I know, it’s too late for this to be a Mondegreen Monday post. In my defense, though, I never promised that I’d offer anything here regularly or on time. That, plus a crazy weekend involving province-wide power outages, burst pipes and 8+ hours of car rides on too much Robaxacet means that I get to post this now.
Sweet deal, I know.
My older son is like me in many ways. He spends a lot of time alone, in his own little world. He often pretends he’s a rock star, and he spends hours singing and dancing in the basement. He walks to and from school bouncing to the beat in his head, singing quietly to himself. Sometimes it’s his own songs, sometimes others he’s heard.
The kid loves music, is what I’m saying.
We were all eating supper the other night, and Simon started singing to himself.
“Maaaaan on a rug! Man on a RUG!”
After a few seconds of silence, AJ asked, “Do you mean ‘Band on the run’?”
Simon thought for a bit. “Maybe.”
It’s too late for me, now. The song is always going to be Man on a Rug. Thanks, Simon.
disregard the prologue 