The kid who's been with us the past two days is fun and good-natured, as I've said.
And he likes playing with Coco, especially when Coco is being fun and not shouting or whiny.
But Coco's verbal inexactitudes drive him nuts. He's gotten used to having his favorite game referred to as "thwacker ball" but having his favorite show not called by its proper name is too much.
I, on the other hand, love it, because Coco is tuning in to something most people with reasonable ears and a modicum of experience know anyway. All Disney teeny-singers sound similar. Part perky, part constipated.
And therefore Coco calls everything High School Musical 2 (this number part in particular drives the other kids nuts) that has some teenager singing about something unfamiliar in an overproduced fashion.
Today, for example, he proudly remembered that we had a Hilary Duff CD and kept telling the other kid that it's High School Musical 2.
"No it's not."
"Yes it is."
"No it's not."
On the other hand, I recently downloaded the Go-Go's doing the original "Our Lips Are Sealed" and Coco preferred Hilary Duff's version.
What is the world coming to?
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