Aaron loves the group, Alabama, so last night it was his CD of choice as we drove to pick up a pizza….and breadsticks! That made Aaron extra happy! When we listen to a CD, Aaron follows along with the names of the songs by picking up the CD box each time a new song begins. Number 1….and he’s looking for the song title on the back of the CD box. Song number 2 begins, and he grabs the box again to locate the correct title once more…..and so it goes for as long as the CD is playing.
Whichever song is playing when we get home and get out of the van is the one that will be in Aaron’s head for hours, and sometimes days. Last night it was one of our favorites….High Cotton. But Aaron will pick a few words and say, or sing, them over and over and over and over until I just think I might pop! With exasperation! Last night I heard “hiiiigggghhhhh cotton” way, way, way too many times. That’s how Alabama ends the song, by the way…..holding out the word “high”…so Aaron totally was into that for the whole evening, including belting it out in his shower. And while he was on his computer. During our game of SkipBo. And even whispering it in bed as he tried to go to sleep. Whispering it because Mom has told him not to be loud since I have the monitor on listening for seizures. I’m listening for seizures, I tell him, and am not in the mood for singing at 11:00 p.m.
And ever so softly through the monitor I hear, “hiiiiiggggghhhhh cotton.”
Just enough to keep me awake…..and enough for Aaron to climb out of bed way after 11:00 p.m., thump up the hall, burst through our bedroom door and loudly ask, “Mom?!! Are you keeping the monitor on??!!”
“Not if I hear anymore “hiiiigggghhhhh cotton!!!!” I try to reply quietly but with emphasis.
I’ve had it with Alabama and cotton, high or not!!
But I did have to laugh last night when Aaron came down to play SkipBo.
“Mom?” he said. “I noticed something.”
And he waited for me to ask, so I know to just go ahead and do so because he’ll either wait forever or he’ll repeat the question.
“What did you notice, Aaron?” I asked.
“Well, I noticed that it seems like Alabama sings south songs,” he informed me.
Aaahhhh, yes. South songs. Of course.
It got even better this morning, first thing. Aaron walked in the kitchen and took up where he had left off the night before.
“Mom, I was watching Alabama sing on my computer last night. You know what?”
“I noticed they look like south men,” he told me.
Ummmm…..I guess they do.
I couldn’t get Aaron to expound on this subject further, but if he does I’ll let you know. In the meantime, here’s the CD cover picture of Alabama.
Otherwise known as South Men.
Singing South Songs.