Alex is always singing. I wish it were socially acceptable for me to go around singing snippets of songs whenever and wherever I wanted. His go-to song lately has been, “Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number, so call me maybe.”
If you haven’t heard that yet this summer, you’re living under a rock. Even though it’s permeated the airwaves, it’s one of the songs I find less annoying than some others (ahem, Some Nights). That’s a goldmine of controversy, though, so I’ll stop there. At any rate, it’s cute when he sings it.
My ears lit up this morning, though, when I heard him singing, “We can work it out, we can work it out…life is very short…”
I play The Beatles all the time, but usually on my iPod. Did he pick up on some of it by osmosis, or by hearing me play it?
“Alex, I’ve never heard you sing that song. Where did you hear it?”
“Oh. On Big Time Rush.”
Big Time Rush. Of course. The hyper-annoying Nickelodeon boy-band who covered (and butchered) the Help! album to the point where I thought I never wanted to listen to those songs again. Of course, the episode is in extended re-runs, and watched over and over by my kids constantly. (A side note, thanks to DirecTV and Viacom. Your feud has resected Spongebob, Dora, Big Time Rush, AND Yo Gabba Gabba from my life. I’d kind of like Stephen Colbert and Jon Stewart back, though.)
Oh well. Keep on singing, Alex.
© Jennifer Alys Windholz, 2012