A Musical Trip Down Memory Lane
One thing that has been troubling me lately is the fact that my memory isn't what it used to be. It bothers me to even say that, but it is, quite honestly, true. My wife will attest to the fact that she can tell me something two weeks ago, like the fact that we are about to purchase a $200 comforter, and when she comes home with it, I will be totally surprised.

Me:"Who is the blanket for?"

My Wife:"It's not a blanket. It's a comforter and it's for our bed."

Me:"How much did this 'comforter' cost?"

My Wife (after a VERY professional roll of the eyes):"Honey...this is the comforter that I told you about two weeks ago. Remember? Because the old one doesn't fit any more. Remember?"

Me:"Ummm...yeah. Why doesn't the other one fit any more?"

My Wife (sigh):" Because we bought a new mattress. But don't worry, I got it on sale for only $200. I think 'we' are going to like it."

Me:"Well I don't think 'we' feel very 'comforted' and I have my doubts that we talked about this earlier."

My Wife:"It was around the same time we talked about that DVD player."

Oooh, good one.

Anyways, I was right in the midst of trying to figure out what was going on with my cranium when my son interrupted me:

My Son:"Hey daddy! Wanna hear a new song that I learned in Mrs. Kirby's class?"

Me:"Huh? Yeah, sure..."

My son:"Wibbeley wobbeley wostin, an elephant sat on Austin,
wibbeley wobbeley wunkin, an elephant sat on Duncan..."

Me:"Hey, that's pretty good. Let's go eat-"

My Son:"DAD! I'm not done.
wibbeley wobbeley witney, an elephant sat on Brittany,
wibbeley wobbeley walex, an elephant sat on Alex!
wibbeley wobbeley wamey, an elephant sat on Amy,
wibbeley wobbeley wyan, an elephant sat on Ryan.
wibbeley wobbeley woshua, an elephant sat on Joshua,
wibbeley wobbeley waleb, an elephant sat on Caleb..."

Me:"That's great, son. HONEY? IS IT TIME FOR SUPPER?"

And thus it continued into the evening, the classic struggle of 'Good' against 'Repetitive Children's Songs'. The worst part of it was that whenever I tried to focus on my dilemna or talk to my wife about it, I was stymied by my jubilant junior.

"Honey," I began,

WIBBELEY WOBBELEY WAKIE...

"I'm really having a problem .."

AN ELEPHANT SAT ON JAKIE...

"keeping stuff in my..."

WIBBELEY WOBBELEY WAYLOR...

"head."

AN ELEPHANT SAT ON TAYLOR,

WIBBELEY WOBBELEY WORY,

AN ELEPHANT SAT ON RORY...

"You know, I'm really starting to see the value of smaller class sizes..."

Soon, thankfully, it was time for bed. Everything was peaceful. There were no irritating songs echoing through the house and I knew that for the next eight hours, I had nothing to remember. When morning arrived, I felt refreshed and hopeful.

My Wife:"Honey, I'm kind of worried about you."

Me:"Actually, I think I'm going to be okay."

My Wife:"Really? Do you know what the problem was?"

Me:"No, but I know how to fix it."

My Wife:"You know how to keep track of all the dates, times and important details of your busy life. How do you know this new method will work?"

Me:"Well, thanks to my son, I've got something so stuck in my head, I'll never get it out."

WIBBELEY WOBBELEY WOMFORTER

WE'RE GONNA BUY AN EXPENSIVE COMFORTER

WIBBELEY WOBBELEY WAYER

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN A DVD PLAYER

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