While he isn’t quite ready for his favorite TV competition show, Miles absolutely loves singing. Sometimes they’re songs we can sing along to together (when he allows me to join him). Other times they’re songs he’s picked up at daycare that I don’t know what the hell they are.
This morning, he started merrily singing along to “Mister Golden Sun,” which he is evidently learning this week. I say “learning” because it was clear that he didn’t quite have all the words down yet.
“Oh Mister Sun, Sun, Mister Golden Sun, please shine down on me,” he sang before saying, “Now you do, Daddy.”
“I really don’t know the words to this one, buddy,” I said.
“No!” Miles insisted. “You know! Sing it!”
“Miles,” I said, “I really don’t know it.” Then, thinking maybe he’d like teaching me, “Maybe you can sing it for me?”
For a moment, it seemed Miles was willing to help me learn. “It go ‘Mister Sun, Sun, Mister Golden Sun’. And then the sun hide behind the trees and clouds. Sing that part.”
“Miles, I still don’t know the words.”
He wasn’t having any more of this. “NO! SING IT!!!”
Fortunately I was able to change the topic by suggesting we listen to “Doctor Worm” again instead.