The girls love nursery rhymes, especially those with actions: e.g ‘Wind the bobbin up, ‘Humpty Dumpty’ and ‘Twinkle twinkle little star’. One of my relatives bought them a CD of good old fashioned nursery rhymes, sung by a woman that sounds like Julie Andrews as Mary Poppins after a good lungful of helium accompanied by what I can only describe as a ‘thoughtful’ string accompaniment that twiddles about in the background.
I had forgotten all about the CD until the Bob the Builder (sorry, Bah-Diddy) single incident at the weekend and decided to pop it on the stereo to see what the girls made of it.
As helium Julie burst into life singing (with lots of over-enthusiastic enunciation) “JACK and JILL went UP the HILL to FETCH a PAIL OF WAAAAAAAAATEEEEERRRRR”, G looked up at the stereo with a confused look on her face, shrugged and sat down to do a puzzle. R, in dh’s arms looked EXTREMELY unimpressed in that way that 15 year old girls do at family weddings when their dad throws himself around the dance floor to Status Quo. R then emitted a loud and extremely fed-up sounding sigh and rolled her eyes so far round that I seriously thought for a moment that she might actually be able to view her own brain.
I persevered for a few more songs in the hope that the girls would get used to it, but no chance. The CD has now been put back in its case and I may use it to torture/embarrass them as they need arises...
