Ethan and Zayd sing a lot.
Mostly in the bathroom and in the car. Apparently those spaces are quite inspiring.
Zayd's genre of choice for the bathroom is opera. Just made-up opera kind of singing. And he's not in the shower.
I'm not sure what that's about.
The other day as I was driving them to school, Zayd was singing in the back seat. I could swear he was signing 25 or 6 to 4...
That can't be right. How does he know that song? Chicago? Zayd? He's 9.
Zayd: (singing) Feeling like I ought to sleeeeep! Spinning room is sinking deeep. Searching for something to saaaay. Waiting for the break of dayyyy. 25 or 6 to 4.... 25 or 6 to fouurrrrrr orrrrr orrrr!
He includes the horns...
omg. It IS Chicago.
Me: Zayd? Are you signing 25 or 64?
Zayd: You mean 25 or six TO four.
Yes. He knows what he is singing.
I am surfing the net another night in the peace and quiet of my bedroom...
(I actually get to be on the computer and NOT write a paper... how lovely it is....)
Ethan's voice comes from the boys' bathroom; singing:
Ethan: If everyboooody had an ooooo-cean... in the U-S-Aaaaaaaaa! If everybody had an ooooo-cean...
on the U-S-Aaaaaa...
He sings this over and over...
And while the words aren't quite right - the tune is most definitely the Beach Boys...
He comes bounding into my bedroom... in only underwear... of course.
Me: Ethan. Where did you learn that song?
Ethan turns red.
Ethan: No where.
Me: Oh. Well it sure is a nice song. I love it.
Ethan: I wasn't singing anything.
Me: Oh. Okay.
He lies next to me with his face turned away from me...
Ethan: (whisper singing) If anybody had an ooooo-ceannnn... in the U-S-A...