It was a bit surreal.
Cass and Rosey and I were heading out of town and Cass started to sing 'O Canada.'
He's six. And knew all the words.
This was odd on a few different levels. Coming from the States, where the schools aren't allowed to sing America The Beautiful anymore (God forbid we mention God) this was a real eye-opener. And neat. Heart-swelling, even.
They sing it every morning. In school, facing the flag. (I didn't ask if they saluted.)
I forget, sometimes, that my children are Canadian. That they don't have the memories and stranger-in-a-strange-land feelings that I do, that the American flag isn't a comforting, familiar sight to them. That my son doesn't automatically think of The Star Spangled Banner when asked to sing a song for his country.
Cass has a habit of echoing everything Bear says, even while not paying attention to the conversation. So,
B: Oh, my head hurts!
C: (In the other room and playing dinky cars) I have a headache!
B (exasperatedly) I have a big wart on my behind!
C: I have a....(pause) Daddy? Really? Can I see?
And one from work:
The amount of drug-seeking behavior is directly amplified by how young the doctor appears.
Idiots. The docs all know who you are already. And it doesn't help your cause if you miraculously stop hobbling and crouching over when you go around the corner to the parking-lot. They're young, not blind.
And last of all, back this spring I was trying to figure out a song: here it is! The jingly-wah-wah sound still gets me.
okay, the video...is not exciting.