Farmer's Wife Mutilates Tails of Mice...Story at 10

Have you ever noticed how violent these nursery rhymes are?

Yah Yah, M's babysitter, let us borrow a DVD this weekend with babies that sing. Shockingly, it's called "Singing Babies." They have superimposed adult mouths onto baby faces and they sing these nursery rhymes. Apart from being creepy as all get out to me, M is completely infatuated with it.

Because of that, I've seen it about 100 times this weekend. I know what you're thinking..."her kid does NOTHING but watch TV!" but actually, the video is very short. Thankfully so.

Okay, so the backstory is there. I had never thought about it, or really noticed it, until I heard London Bridge. Talks about locking a girl up and major structure collapse. That does not make me want to skip about with joy....hmmm...maybe I should listen to these.

The Wheels on the Bus...no big deal. Other than being repetitive enough to make me throw someone under the wheels of the bus.

This Old Man. Wow. This guy plays knick knack on EVERYTHING. This old man, he played five, he played knick knack on my eye? I'm sorry, no one pokes me in the eye. This old man, he played nine, he played knick knack on my spine?? Who is this guy and why is he beating the crap out of me???

Itsy Bitsy Spider...sucks to be that guy. Every time he starts to climb he is drowned by a sudden downpour.

Three Blind Mice. If it isn't bad enough they're blind, the farmer's wife hacks off all three of their tails! Isn't animal torture a prelude to serial killing? The farmer better sleep with one eye open at night.

Rock-a-bye baby. WHO PUTS A BABY IN A TREE?

Ah, but this is only part of the songs of death, dismemberment, and destruction that are sung about on this DVD. But M loves it, and loves to try to sing along. "E-I-E-I-E-I-E-I-OOOOOOOOOOOOO" (which sounds more like "yahye yahye yoooo")

Speaking of singing and babies...
I heard Beyonce had her baby girl and named it BLUE IVY?! <insert sigh here> It's a good thing that kid has rich parents. Now she'll have more than her name as an excuse to be eccentric.

I might have failed to mention in my first blog that I frequently dive off into tangents in my own thoughts. Bear with me. ;o)


Happy Sunday, everyone!