Sunday, June 5, 2011

Street Corner meets Sesame Street

Our new favorite rising band is Street Corner Symphony.  They're cheeky, entertaining, old (they remember the 80's well) and make marvelous music together.  Our 2 1/2 year old son, Jim, has a favorite of that they covered.  According to him, it's called, "Down on Block Corner, on Sesame Street."  We are well acquainted with Track 5 of our CD.  And we can listen to it about 4 times on any cross town journey.  He even does the jazz hands at the end of the song.  My favorite part is that the more I hear it, the more I imagine toddlers sitting on the corner in their diapers w/ their super man curls playing on trashcan lids, kazoos, and rubber band tissue box guitars.  While patiently awaiting the listeners to make a deposit into the piggie bank.  I've convinced myself that this, indeed, would be a great parody for Sesame Street.

Early in the afternoon just about nappy time,
Over by the playground they're starting to unwind,
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up.
Jimmy picks a tune out and he blows it on his harp.

Chorus:  Down on Block Corner,
On Sesame Street,
Jimmy and the little boys in the band.
Bring a nickel; tap your feet.

Grover hits the washboard and people just got to smile,
Big Bird, thumps the gut bass and solos for a while.
Elmo twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo.
Jimmy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo.

Repeat Chorus

You don't need a penny just to hang around,
But if you've got a nickel, won't you put your money down?
Over on the corner there's a happy noise.
People come from miles around to hear the magic boys!

Repeat Chorus

Thursday, June 2, 2011

The whole world is covered...

... IN POOP!  My husband is a germ-aphobe; perhaps one of the reasons I married him was to watch and be entertained at his expense.

My favorite verse of a camp song to demonstrate my demented humor:

Oh I wish I were a little church pigeon!
Oh I wish I were a little church pigeon!
I would sit upon the steeple and poop on all the people!
Oh I wish I were a little church pigeon!

Witnessing  my husband change baby diapers was a riot; it went something like this. (So apparently he's not the only one.  And in complete honesty the hastening time to potty train our youngest is not anticipated with great joy.)  But when he comes unglued at the bird droppings and spends over an hour hosing down the kids yard toys I burn more than a few calories in side splitting laughter. 

However, he takes little regard to NOT parking under the tree and recently Andy began to take the bird droppings on his car personally.  He proclaimed, "I've been noticing, no one else has the extent of bird poo on their car that I have!"  Moments later we walked out of the store and found another car that also likely parked under trees.  To his relief in response to his incorrect hypothesis he exclaimed, "My car is not the only bird toilet!"  Gives new meaning to the word porta-potty, doesn't it!