So, it’s been hundred years and I have part of a giant, item-y post catching you up on everything and all, but it’s also the first week of the semester and I just found out that students from last year’s fiction class are retaking the course, which means I have to recreate my whole syllabus, and well, I must be brief.
But for now, a short play from last night, starring me, the Bean, and this slightly obnoxious dog-shaped plastic “guitar” thing he was given for Christmas by someone who no doubt had excellent intentions. This thing is neither a guitar nor a dog (both things he loves) and plays wry parodies of children’s songs with dog-themed lyrics that would probably mean more to a child old enough to know the traditional versions, but anyway.
So there we are last night, listening to a very high-pitched woman’s voice singing something like “Bring Back My Doggie To Me,” ETA: he has brought the dang thing over to me, and I can confirm that the song was “Fancy Poodle Went To Town.”
BEAN: (confident) Dat’s a mouse singin’.
ME: A mouse?
Song changes. A gruff, deep voice begins something cutesy to the tune of “You Ain’t Nothin’ But A Hound Dog” and yet, unaccountably, not actually “You Ain’t Nothin’ But A Hound Dog”
ME: Who’s singing now? Is this a dog?
BEAN: (deeply pitying) No. Dat’s a man.
Obviously. A singing dog would be ludicrous.