As we were driving to get dinner, Miles requested some music. “You know that song ‘I Want a Mom’?”
“Uhhhh…” I’ll admit, I was already sweating. I did NOT know the song he was talking about, and he has very little patience when asked to repeat or explain himself further. Negative patience, in fact. But I had no choice — I was going to have to ask him for clarifying information.
“I don’t think I do,” I chuckled, trying desperately to keep the mood light. “‘I Want a Mom’…?”
“Yeah!” he said, thankfully not screaming it at me. “You know it! It’s the song you played before.”
Still at a loss.
“And the beginning sounds like a drink? Like, SWSSSSHHH…”
This was already one of those times where the more information I got, the MORE confused I was. The beginning sounds like a drink? What does that mean?
“Anything else you can tell me about it?” I asked, increasingly worried that his next words would emerge in the form of, at best, a whine.
“It goes ‘I want a mom’,” he reiterated, adding, “…with a jacket.”
AH! I was pretty sure I had it at this point. Do YOU know what he was talking about?
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Go ahead, take a guess.
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Last chance…
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It was this one:
Most of what he was talking about comes together once you recognize the song, but what the heck was that “the beginning sounds like a drink” thing? Well that was Miles describing the sound of a vibraslap.