You should know that we have made a point not to play kiddie music around Ryan. No Wiggles or any of the other kid musical acts, the idea being that if he never hears it, he will instead grow to love classic rock and the like, like Mason and I. Even in the womb, we played him The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, and other stuff we liked. Brilliant planning, if I do say so myself.
Well, the best laid plans…yeah. Tonight Ryan repeatedly made his Fisher Price piggy bank sing its song. Over and over again. I know he was purposefully playing the song because the pig does multiple things when you hit its nose, including sneeze, oink, and sing. Every time, he would hit it quickly so it would get to the song, then kick his feet and grin. When I danced to the song, the grin progressed to laughing. Oh, it was incredibly cute. The only thing is that now I foresee these lyrics being stuck in my head for quite some time:
Oh-oh I’m a piggy bank
With coins big and small
There’s lots of colors, you can learn them all
We’ve got red and yellow, we’ve got orange and blue
It’s your favorite colors, we’ve got green ones too.
Let’s count the coins from one to ten
When we’re all done, we’ll count again!
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Eight, nine, ten!
Oh, Ryan. You got mommy and daddy good.