Saturday, December 11, 2010

Bringing 'em up Right

Baby Einstein has no taste in music, which is why I make Jackson and Ella mix-CDs. Right out of the womb, my niece and nephew could operate the stereo. So I was prouder than the proudest Aunt on record after the incident at the fancy mall in Princeton.

A guy and his colossal organ setup belted out Christmas tunes in the atrium when apparently Jackson and his three-year-old sensibilities had enough of Jingle Bells. His wispy blond hair flared out in a tangle of determination as he marched up to the organist and asked if he could please sing a song.

Despite his surprise and the possible pitfalls, the dumbfounded organist handed over a big-ass microphone into Jackson's tiny clutches."Um, what song do you want to sing, young man?" he asked.

"Tokyo Police Club," answered my nephew, the prodigy, in his chipmunky little kid voice.

"I don't know that one," replied the organist, "What else do you know?"

"Julian Cassablancas" said Jackson with an air of cool expertise.

Finally, they settled on London Bridges.
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