Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Kicking your hands all over the place

Freddy Mercury stopped by our house at the crack of 8:30 am Saturday morning.  Clearly, he didn't appreciate the fact that I was still in bed, so he decided to break out a window-rattling version of "We Will Rock You."  I stumbled bleary-eyed downstairs to give Mr. Mercury a good talking-to and was confronted by the sight of Finn and Kitty rocking out to Queen in the living room.

Apparently, Kitty had asked Finn if he wanted to sing a song, expecting a request for the house favorite Garbage Truck and/or Fire Truck Song.  Finn broke character, however, and specifically requested "We Will Rock You."  After confirming that he really did mean the Queen song, she obliged by cranking it up to 11.

Even more surprising than him knowing the song was the fact that he knew many of the words, even though I'm pretty sure the line is "kicking your can all over the place," rather than, "kicking your hands all over the place."  Don't bother trying to convince Finn of that.  He'll happily demonstrate what kicking one's hands all over the place looks like.  Of course, he needs to do it sitting down.

I'm just happy that he knows some rock and roll lyrics.  For a couple of people that spent their entire future retirement savings and son's potential college education on concert tickets and "incidentals", we've done a terrible job of introducing him to music.

In fact, up until this point, I'm pretty sure the only song he knew the lyrics to was "Party in the USA" by Miley Cyrus.  While it is cute to hear him singing about throwing his hands up and moving his hips, I'd much prefer him to not be the guy in the Hannah Montana t-shirt getting beat up on his first day of kindergarten.

Of course, if the bullies do come at him, he can always kick their hands all over the place.

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