Meg's favorite of the musicals is "Peter Pan" and she is especially fond of the song "I Gotta Crow." I think it's the fact most of the song is actually trying to make one's voice as annoying and screechy as possible. However, no matter how hard she tries, Meg is the furthest thing from screechy, instead just always falling on adorable. Last night I wanted Ryan to see just how adorable; so when he came home I asked Meg to crow for Daddy. She made a sound kind of like a giggling rooster crossed with a velociraptor.
"That's not the sound a crow makes," he said."Well, it's not supposed to be," I said. "I think it's supposed to be more like a rooster.""Roosters don't crow.""Yes, they do.""No they don't. They say 'cock a doodle doo'.""Are you really getting technical with me?""Well, what's next? Teaching her a pig says 'meow'?""It's from 'Peter Pan'!""Well, that's just irresponsible."
Obviously he never wanted to be Mary Martin. Or fell in love with gay men.
Well, I guess there really should only be one in every household.