Dueling Siblings

Every stage of life has its theme song(s). A few years ago it was Thomas the Tank Engine. Those cheery little can-do rails from the Island of Sodor ran through everything. Before that it was We Sing and Skinamarink, those whacky, happy Canadians that got us through some very sleep-deprived mornings.

Now, from the shower emanates j-pop (Mom, that’s a Japanese import), if it’s daughter, or Sponge Bob, if it’s son. That Goofy Goober song is very hard to extract from the skull bone once it penetrates.

These days I’d have to peg the theme song as Hot Cross Buns, blasted out on the trombone, dominant by virtue of volume, simplicity and repetition. Tonight the dreaded simultaneous practice occurred, separated by only one wall. There is no reason why they couldn’t be separated by one or more floors. Daughter practiced singing “I Don’t Know How to Love Him,” from Jesus Christ Superstar, and son practiced Doctor Rock and Hot Cross Buns on the trombone. Neither gave in.

We gave thanks, quietly.

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  1. msjeep1

    Your mother is enjoying the periodic vignettes of family life. In your generation, lots of tunes from Captain Kangaroo and Sesame Street made brain imprints. When you became a mother, we folded clothes together on occasion, and I have a memory of trying to match little socks. You began to sing softly, “one of these things is not like the other. . .” Your daughter now tells us that doesn’t matter when it comes to socks.

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