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[adiva_calandia]

Accomplishment of the day: Creating a good-looking Red Riding Hood cape and hood out of a skirt, an uncut piece of cloth, and yarn. Who da designer? I da designer.

Other accomplishments of the day, though not mine: The Velveteen Rabbit popping her head out from under the blankets and pulling them up to just under her nose, of her own volition, making me squeak in OMGCUTE; the Wind-up Mouse asking if she could scream and then run when surprised; the Rag Puppy finally ACTING when asked to.

ETA: Also. One of the young'uns -- he's eleven -- has been singing La Vie Boheme for the last two days. That's about how old I was when I first heard it, and like me, he has no idea what he's singing.

'Course, I've got the whole song memorized, and I can't help singing along. To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese . . . Then of course, I trail off and hum, because singing To leather, to dildos in front of an eleven-year-old isn't something I want to do.

And he asks "How do you sing that part, anyway?"

"Uh. You'll have to look up the lyrics yourself." Because really? I don't want to be responsible for teaching him words like S&M or sodomy. Not my place. I'd rather show him a scene from a TV show with the word "shitty" -- I don't have to explain that one.

But it's a very odd sort of deja vu. I half want to play him "Sweet Transvestite" to complete the resemblance.

Comments

[rhymester.livejournal.com]

Heh. I'm in a musical revue right now where we're singing, among other things, La Vie Boheme and Finale B and for some reason, I seem to be one of the only singers involved who didn't need sheet music, even for the harmonies. I tried to explain that when Rent came out in 1994 I was twelve and living in NYC and that singing Finale B means a huge deal to me. I think perhaps you had to be just at that age when discovering it to make it really resonate.

[raininglight7.livejournal.com]

Bwahahahahahah. Corrupt them early, and often. It's more fun that way.

(I broke down and mumbled that bit in a room at steller with 8th graders at the other end of the table...boo for "responsibility")