CootieGirl’s Future Vocation Plans

Last night I gave the kids a bath. And to entertain them I sang songs. Themes from “An American Tail”, “The Little Mermaid”, “Cinderella”. I threw in some “West Side Story”, a few Christmas carols (CootieBoy loves “Jingle Bell Rock”) and even made up a song about Nemo at CootieBoy’s request. The kids also took turns singing. The key to entertaining them was doing the songs in a big Broadway-type voice (and I have to say – I sounded pretty good). The kids loved it and kept requesting songs.

I started up again and when I paused to take a breath, I heard Denis belting out a song downstairs. The kids heard it too and squealed in delight. Denis came upstairs and for a while it was a songfest in the kids bathroom as we all sang together.

Then Denis suggested we sing “Defying Gravity” from the Broadway play “Wicked”. I love that song, but it escaped me how to start it. So he put the CD in CootieGirl’s stereo and cranked it up. It was LOUD. CootieBoy asked to be taken out of the tub, and ran naked into CootieGirl’s room to see who was singing. We then spent the next 3-4 minutes “singing” the song (I sang it while CootieBoy giggled as I acted it out). When the song was over we played it again. And again.

Meanwhile, Denis was helping CootieGirl finish up with her bath (the dreaded hairwashing). CootieBoy and I were on CootieGirl’s bed singing along with “Wicked” when CootieGirl walked in and immediately burst into tears.

“I don’t want the music this loud!” she wailed, big croc tears dangling precariously off her eyelashes.

“Don’t you want to be a singer?” I asked her.

“No!”

“Don’t you want to be a dancer?” Denis asked her.

“No!”

“Then what do you want to be?” Denis asked.

“I just want to be a Princess.”

Yes, ladies and gentlemen. More proof that we’ve lost the battle and Disney has won the war in our house.