I have tears streaming down my cheeks. Tears of laughter. Oh my. Whew.
So, I’m putting Livi and Ava to bed a few minutes ago. The drill is that they hop in bed, I pray, they each choose a song for me to sing. On nights when I’m feeling patient and pleasant, we do “made-up songs” where they pick the subject (i.e., “me and Ava and the Narnia kids and Tinkerbell riding our bikes to school”) and I make up a song about it. Most nights, they just pick a “not made-up” song. But I digress…
So, I’m rushed tonight. Lots to get done and it’s already past their bedtime. “Each of you pick a song and make it quick.”
Ava: Can you sing the rear end one?
Mommy: The rear end one?
Ava: Yeah, the one about the rear end.
Mommy: I don’t know any song about a rear end.
Ava: You know, the one with the king.
Mommy: The king?
Ava: Yeah, the king and the rear end.
Mommy: The only song I know about a king is “I love you, Lord.”
Ava: Yeah, that’s it.
Quick note: I have been singing this song to Ava since she was born. I used to sing it whenever I rocked her to sleep. To this day, when she hears it, she begs me to rock her. Lately I’ve been trying to avoid the song as much as possible since I already have one baby to rock, and she is almost four.
She has always called it “Love you, Lord.” Where did the rear end thing come from? I start singing the song, hoping I will figure out what in the heck she’s talking about.
“I love you, Lord, and I lift my voice…to worship you, oh my soul rejoice. Take joy, my King, in what you hear…may it be a sweet, sweet sound in your ear.”
Your ear. I get it. Your ear. Otherwise known as “your rear.” May my song be a sweet sound in your rear, O Lord. In your rear end, O Lord. Take joy in my song that sounds sweet in your REAR END.
I die laughing. Livi joins in. So does Ava. “It’s “ear,” sweetie. EAR. Not rear, but EAR.”
She knew that.