Way Better Than Your iPod

Usually when I put Jack to bed, I sing a variety of songs that he likes and it helps him relax. Tonight while I was putting him to bed, he asked for several songs- some ambiguous requests for things I know and other requests for songs that he was making up on the spot. His longest and most original song was a seemingly tuneless one which only had the words "The fire truck is coming" chanted over and over. After he sang it he said "sing that song" so I repeated the catchy lyrics to his satisfaction. Other songs he requested for in strange ways and I tried my best to decide what he was asking for in his little high-pitched sing-songy sort of way.

"Sing the 'Mommy's gonna, Daddy's gonna'" was interpreted to mean "Hush, Little Baby" which (ding! ding! ding!) was correct. (Easy, since "Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.")

The second request was also nailed after he asked for "Sing 'Daddeee, Mommeee, Daddeee here'" prompted me to sing "Beautiful Boy" by John Lennon.

Jack vetoed "Ants Go Marching" as I incorrectly interpreted a request for "another song." (Really, that's all I had to go on.)

Lastly, Jack asked for "The People Song" which I presume was yet another of his made-up diddies, but I opted for "People Are Strange" by The Doors, instead. He seemed to like it, as he fell silent and rested on my chest while I sang. Probably because he knows that women are wicked and he didn't want to veto another song from my catalogue.