Sunday, May 14, 2006

Flirting with Disaster

My daughter and I returned a short while ago from a week's vacation in South Carolina.

On the flight from Dulles my daughter kept singing, "We're goin' down, down, down into a burnin' ring of fire" with a Southern twang that is not her own. I have no idea where she learned the song; we have never listened to Johnny Cash at home.

Before long, the song had turned to, "We're goin' down, down, down in a burnin' ring of airplane" and I had to ask her to put a sock in it.

My wife picked us up from the airport and as I lounged on the sofa weary with jet lag, my daughter had asked my wife to help her with her writing.

My wife chose two words for my daughter to practice her penmanship on: Happy and Love.

"What word would you like to practice writing?" asked my wife.

"Corpse," replied my daughter, matter-of-factly.

I hope she's not working on my Father's Day card already.


Auntie Joyce said...

Don't knock the Southern twang, remember it war't that many years ago that you spoke with a twang. Bless your little hearts. Glad to here you both got home safe.

James said...

I love a Southern drawl and would never knock it, AJ. It was a shock, though, to hear my daughter, who does not have a Southern accent at all, imitating one. Johnny Cash's accent, particularly.

Todd said...

Nothing like a week with the grandparents to totally warp a child...

Caryn C. Kirk said...

I taught her the song, complete with Southern accent. I was inspired after having recently viewed "Walk the Line." Another movie, recently viewed by Harper, was "Corpse Bride." That should clear up the spelling word. Our daughter doesn't really have a freakish death-wish, but an avid movie-watching parentage.