They all asked for you
I used to have a recording of myself as a toddler and I was singing this song, “I’m moo moo the cow, I eat lots of hay, babeeshuninyuhairstyleface” – that word was a word I said as a kid constantly because it was a derivative of what my father would say when any of us sneezed, which was “vivir cien años” and who knows where hairstyle face got glommed on. So I love that Tin continues to call butterflies “bagash” even though he has actually said butterfly before.
A friend was over the other night and said she had heard a recording of herself as a toddler on Christmas morning and she said she was so impressed at what a bossy little girl she was even at an early age. She was delivering orders to her siblings and parents around gift opening and cookies and the day. She was with her fiance and he agreed she has grown up to be a bossy woman, which actually works for her because she’s a band leader and we all know how musicians are, don’t we?
Last night, Tin wanted to hear Trombone Shorty, who is in a dead heat with Louis Armstrong and Evan Christopher for his favorite musicians, so we had dinner and while he rocked out to Backatown, and I marveled at how tight his little monkey pajamas he inherited from Ruby have become – I video’d him because he is now getting to the point where he is stringing sentences together and I wanted him to see himself one day, talking for the first time. I particularly love how he says Constantin Pavlovic Dangermond, even though I don’t capture it to full effect here.