Song Books

Lately Drake insists that every book is what he calls a song book–one that contains something that can be sung. Some of his regular books fall into this category, like Sandra Boynton’s Snoozers, and They Might Be Giants Bed, Bed, Bed. Now, though, he’ll pick up my copy of Kathryn Davis’s The Thin Place, open it and sing Frere Jacques. He’ll pick up G. Grod’s book on Texas h01d-em p0ker (trying to avoid increasing my spam hits) and start singing along, pointing to the pictures of cards as if he’s pointing to musical notes in a hymnal. He’s also continuing to sing entire songs by himself. Interestingly, though, he likes to be sung to, but refuses to sing along, either when I sing to him, or in music class. I think he might be shaping up to be a diva.

One Response to “Song Books”

  1. Sydney Says:

    Come on! We come from one of the most musical families since the Von Trapps. It is no wonder he has such a unique interest in music. It manifests itself differently in all of us (performers, lyricists, industry execs) but it is apparent in all the genes from Mom’s side.

    Plus, I maintain that he is perfect. He could sing along to the latest issue of Popular Mechanics, for all I care. La la la la la la.