Our garage has always served as my “office” or as the children claim, “where mom goes when she needs a time out.”
Yeah, I still smoke “achy’s”, but never in my house where my children could suck in the foul cancer air. So my garage is my smoke shack aka writer’s den aka the spot aka where’s it’s poppin’. You know, my no-children-allowed-type-of-place.
While working one morning, I heard little man (6-years-old) riding his bike on the driveway, singing the same thing over and over. The two youngest are just like momma – prone to break out at any given moment with loud lyrics and / or wicked cool dance moves so this was no surprise or oddity in itself. I couldn’t quite hear the song he was singing, so I tiptoed to the garage door to get a better listen. Of course, I assumed “stealth mode” because if he saw me he’d instantly stop singing.
Squirrel: pet peeve of mine is sometimes when I walk into a room, all conversation stops. I don’t know if they are talkin’ smack about me, or if they fear I won’t like what they’re saying or what – still a mystery and I hate that it bothers me.
As I stood in the doorway, the verse made sense, and I recognized the song immediately.
In his little boy voice I heard, “Whataya want from me? Whataya want from me?” All while traveling up and down the drive.
Adam Lambert’s lyrics filled my head, and I chuckled. Over and over and in his version, Jax sang the same line, “Whataya want from me?” Obviously, he didn’t know any other part of the song, and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out how he knew it. It’s not that this song is inappropriate or anything, but it seemed a little too…“grown-up” for him. Usually he’ll repeat what he’s heard on the radio or what’s on my phone, but I couldn’t remember the last time I heard this song on the radio. It was a super hot song a while back, but I hadn’t downloaded it to my phone yet.
Loves To Sing
I have an eclectic music taste and yes; I play songs with cuss words, but thankfully our kids know better than to repeat the bad words. At least not in front of me. I’ve explained that when they are of age, then by all means; have at it. In my house? No deal. Call me a hypocrite all you like. I say that’s bullshit because my mom said I could cuss when I lived in my house, with kids of my own. So there.
In a slightly different pitch than Mr. Lambert, he kept singing while he rode up and down the drive. It took everything I had not to join him, but I just smiled and let him keep on keepin’ on. After a while, I started to get a little sick of him not moving on to another verse. And heaven forbid if it got stuck in my head – there is no stopping my sporadic singing throughout the day. You know what I’m talking about – once it’s stuck, the entire day has a theme song whether you like that song or not.
I finally yelled out, “Jax!”
I’ll give you a whole quarter to guess what he yelled back. Yep. In his own normal voice,
“Whataya want from me?”
“Just don’t give up, I’m working it out…”
“Yeah, it’s plain to see, that baby you’re beautiful, and there’s nothing wrong with you.
Yeah, it’s me – I’m a freak, but thanks for lovin’ me, cuz you’re doin’ it perfectly.”– Adam Lambert (2009), Whataya Want From Me
“A bird does not sing because it has an answer.
It sings because it has a song.”– Chinese proverb