PostHeaderIcon Swirly Yourself Down The Drain

Youngest was in her room playing with her Magnetics and singing softly to herself. I was cleaning up the kitchen and only half listening. Youngest is a bundle of noise, action, and commotion from the moment she wakes up until she passes out exhausted on her pillow at night. I’ve learned to accept it, ignore it, and even appreciate it. You don’t get bored when she is around, even if you’d like to. I couldn’t imagine her any other way. I wouldn’t want to.

She came out of her room and requested an audience. She had a song for me. Then with a scream unlike any I have ever heard from a sane and uninjured individual she began.

Even a flip-flop is dangerous if it gets stuck in your mouth!
Stuck in your mouth!
It’s dangerous if it gets stuck in your moooouuuth!
You might choke.
It could happen.

You’ve got no bars for the holiday
No bars for the holiday.
You’ve got no bars for the holiday
Because your cell phone got flushed down the toilet.
And you’re never gonna get it back.

You’ve got no love for the holiday
No love for the holiday
You’ve got no love for the holiday
Because you flushed your girl down the toilet
And you’re never gonna get her back.

You might as well give yourself a swirly.
Just swirly yourself right down the drain.
Ride a boogie board to the sewer.
You might find your bars
And your love
Watch out for poop (pause to see if I’m going to say anything)
And the pee (Another pause and mischievous look)
Poop and pee
Poop and pee
Poop and pee 

“Youngest!”

Even a flip-flop is dangerous if it’s stuck in your mouth!
YEEEAAAAH!

(Runs back to her room giggling)

I laughed so hard my sides hurt.

7 Responses to “Swirly Yourself Down The Drain”

  • Ed (zoesdad) says:

    I almost bought a pair of flip flops today–they were on sale. Boy, am I ever glad I dodged that bullet.

    Your girl’s got mad skills!

  • Amelia says:

    I think she needs her own blog, this one isn’t big enough for the both of you!

  • Amelia says:

    Oh and my husband makes the point that flip-flop is a rubbish term. The proper name is jandal. Can you handle the jandal? Can she?

    The lyrics could be rewritten with ‘jandal’ in mind. We consider that “Can you handle the jandal?” (a great NZ saying) could also be worked in.

    Get back to us.

  • Ed – That was close. You need to be more careful. Also, when I send you e-mail it gets returned as spam.

    Dan – I love that I can pick out bits and pieces and figure out where they came from. (dog ate the cell phone, playing with her boogie board in the waves,
    talking about idioms, foot in your mouth and I think the sewer part came from watching Ghostbusters 2 :)

    Amelia – My blog is big enough for everyone. I’m sure she won’t compromise her artistic integrity. Trust me on that one.

  • Carol Tate says:

    Okay…been reading your earlier posts and this one is the bomb! I consider myself something of a lyrics writer, but I’d be proud any day to collaborate with Youngest. I’m humming an appropriate melody even as we speak. The pee and particulary the poop move me…And just so she knows a flip flop can also be used to spank small children. Ha!

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  • Yeah, I got your flip-flop! :)

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