My husband loves show tunes. If you want to make a comment about the underlying meanings of that preference, I will allow you to make those to my seven-foot, 300-pound, bald, ear-ringed, bearded hulk of a husband yourself. To his face.
What this means is that his satellite radio in his car regularly alternates between the Broadway station and Old-School Rap, and my son is immersed during his evening ride home in the best that the Great White Way has to offer.
Let me tell you, you have not seen cute until you have watched a three-year-old belting out selections from the My Fair Lady soundtrack, complete with big finish. Next, I need to teach him “La Vie Boheme.”
July 15th, 2008 at 3:30 pm
12 Responses to “My showmen”
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I *love* it when he does Pirates of Penzance!!! 🙂
Jekyll and Hyde!!
I’m still disappointed that I fell asleep during Avenue Q. Shame on me.
video?
I’m holding out for Mamma Mia.
I love, love the siruis broadway channel. Has he watched Seth Rudetsky on the legally blonde reality show?
Metrosexual?
Okay, I’ll shut up. Try Guys & Dolls, good tunes there.
I want to see the father son act. on camera. together. doing selections from My Fair Lady.
I’m not scared, your husband knows he’s gay! Teheheh!
My twelve year old knows every single word to La Vie Boheme, to which I am horrified and happy about all at the same time. It really didn’t occur to me until I heard the lyrics belted out by my child how R-rated that song actually is….
Wait til Harry sings Avenue Q. 😉
Jeremy sang parts of Annie and had his plastic crocodile take the part of Annie at one point and moved its mouth to sing, “Dumb Dog why are you following me?”
Wow. And I thought I was a cool mom when my 3 year old was singing “Another One Bites the Dust” and then both kids bopped (they do not headbang- yet) to “Immigrant Song.” Now I have to dig out my copies of “Bye Bye Birdie” and “Man of la Mancha.”
I’ve tried to tell him there’s something funny about a grown man listening to so many show tunes, but he won’t stop.
I ain’t skeered either.