My youngest daughter is (as of this writing) three years old. Putting her to sleep often falls to me for two main reasons: my wife (in her words) feels like shoving the baby at me when I walk in the door after having home schooled all day. Second, and there is no secret about this, the youngest is an avowed daddy’s girl to the core.
Part of our ever evolving night time ritual is that Fuss lays on my chest while I sing her a song. When I started doing this, I was so shocked to know how few songs I knew without hearing at least some of the musical cues (with backing tracks, I may know a hundred or so). Now I’ve accepted this strange sampler plate of songs as the ones that will be drilled into Fuss’ little brain: “The Scientist” by Coldplay, “The More You Ignore Me The Closer I Get” by Morrissey, “As” by Stevie Wonder, and the following ditty, which we’ll address in a few moments.
I’ve heard Fuss singing snippets of songs I sing or that she hears a lot before, from “Dance Apocalyptic” by Janelle Monae to “Self Control” by Laura Branigan. I was so taken aback one night when, lying on my chest, Fuss matched me nearly word for word on “Smile Like You Mean It” by The Killers.
She may not hit every note, but she remembered a whole song (instead of just fragments like her ad libs of “If You Remember Me” by Night), which seems like more than many three year olds can pull off, including the lyric I changed to reflect my karaoke hosting days before she was born or all my ad-libs.
My long suffering wife recorded it, I uploaded it to YouTube, and here’s the world premiere of our a capella cover of “Smile Like You Mean It.”
The lyrics of the bridge really get me here. Oh, and when I smiled, I glanced over at our first born, who was waiting for us to finish so she could eat a bowl of cereal.
Playing (Music): “Something About You” by Level 42