At the tender age of only five and a half months old, Beenie is into animals. He likes the book Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? Although I haven't heard it yet, his mama says he has one particular scream that shows his desire to imitate a pterodactyl. So it stands to reason that he would like the song "Old MacDonald's Farm."
I first noticed this last week when I was singing "Old MacDonald" to him. He would look up at me with his eyes riveted on my face, sucking away noisily on his pacifier. But when I would get to the place where it was time to make the various animal sounds, he would stop sucking and listen. Of course, this encouraged me to really ham it up on the quack-quacking here and the moo-mooing there.
The funniest thing happened today. We had just finished an episode of singing while, across the room, the black-and-white genius of "The Lucy Show" emanated from the TV. True to her penchant for getting herself into a jam, Lucy was in a jail cell, with Ricky, Ethel, and Fred on the outside brainstorming the best way to get her out.
Add to this cast of characters Lucy's hillbilly cousin Ernie, played by none other than the great Tennessee Ernie Ford, arriving on the scene with guitar in hand. Together, this resourceful little group decided to sing a song in an attempt to mask the sound of the files they were using to saw through the bars of the cell door.
You guessed it: the song they sang was "Old MacDonald's Farm." The way it happened, it fell right on the heels of my version of the same song. Beenie's attention focused instantly on the TV, and he got the funniest look on his face. I couldn't help laughing out loud at the impeccable timing of this (and at the prospect of Desi Arnaz oink-oinking here and there with a Cuban accent).
As it turns out, the sheriff liked the singing so much that he decided to release Lucy from her imprisonment. Of course, when he unlocked the door and swung it open, the rectangular segment of door they had sawed free remained in Lucy's ever-guilty hands. So, as usual, Lucy had some serious "splainin'" to do.
I don't think I will ever sing "Old MacDonald" again without remembering this incident. What are the chances this would happen? But then, what are the chances of getting to be "Googie" to a little guy as neat as Beenie?
I am lucky indeed, and, maybe one of these days, the screech of a pterodactyl will make me laugh again.