It’s like living with a passive-agressive Rodgers or Hammerstein.

My four year old is composing a musical.  No, really she is.  It’s entitled “Chicken Nugget, part II.”  (Does anyone else sit and ponder how their child’s brain works?  To me, watching their mind in action is an unfathomable, but highly enjoyable process.)

Evidently her musical is about a chicken nugget, who has wild adventures, all sung to the tune of “Away in a Manger.”

However, inspiration for the four year old’s musical mostly seems to strike when she is asked to work.  I’ll tell her to make her bed when she suddenly clutches her head and says, “WAIT!  I just got a great idea for my musical!  You know, Chicken Nugget, part II?” (as if we could forget the title of her musical.) “I’ll be there in a minute!”

And evidently a minute to a four year old is the equivalent of never.

I have long considered myself a patron of the arts and a fan of musicals everywhere.   Since junior high, I’ve had secret aspirations to be Anita from West Side Story.  The fact that I can’t sing and the obvious genetic proof that I don’t have a single drop of ethnic blood inside of my body does not stop me from belting out, “A boy like that, who’d keel your brother, forget that boy and find another, one of your own kind, stick to your own kind,” whenever I take a shower.

My husband discovered when we got engaged that half of my c.d. collection were the soundtracks from musicals.  While it gave him serious pause, he still married me, gentle reader.  That is a love.  Now, after being married to me for twelve years, he’ll even admit he likes The Sound of Music and that he doesn’t absolutely hate Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, he just dislikes it intently.  That’s the power a musical loving girl can wield on the man she adores.

So, being the musical lover that I am, I have tolerated the four year old’s attempts at getting out of work with a dignity and charm not normally present in my mothering skills.  Yes, I know she’s just using Chicken Nugget, Part II as an excuse, but it is a creative one and that sort of creativity should be encouraged.

However, we have reached new heights with the musical composing.

This weekend when I denied her access to the computer, the four year old stomped over to the piano and started composing a tune with the catchy chorus of “My mom is a super meanie!  She is so mean!  I can’t do anything!”  When I gave her the ol’ stinkeye, she declared innocently, “What?  I’m just writing a new part to my musical.  Poor chicken nugget has a mean mom who won’t let him do anything, not even play the computer!”

Oh gentle readers, it may be time to nip this musical in the bud.

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10 Responses to It’s like living with a passive-agressive Rodgers or Hammerstein.

  1. erin says:

    My 8 year old once had a play called “Underpants,” but she didn’t use it as a sneaky tool to get out of work, or a snarky one to criticize her parents. You’ve got a smartie there!

  2. Mary Poppins might be a good teaching tool for this musical four year old of yours! Mary Poppins teaches kids how to sing WHILE they work! Four year olds crack me up.

  3. Ah, the joy! I just discovered you via Pink Dryer Link’s accolades of your humor in writing and I see that she is so very right in her assessment. You’ve taken me back to my childhood with Seven Brides for Seven Brothers! I used to watch that with my mom. Calamity Jane must be on your list to, no? I love that movie. Mary Poppins; my all-time favorite. Dick Van Dyke is THE man.

    Please tell your daughter that one of our baby chicks is named Nugget. Warped, I know, but at least she’ll just be providing eggs so the name isn’t all that apropos. Maybe the musical can be in her honor once she lays her first egg?

    • bunkersdown says:

      Dick Van Dyke is the original hottie. He’s just come out with an autobiography and I’m dying to read it. And I’ll tell my four year old about your chick, she’ll love it.

  4. I can entirely relate to this post, being that we, too, are often flung into living musicals where all daily events become fodder for lyrics.

    I wrote about you today:

  5. Woodstockgurl says:

    I know I’m late reading this, but I wanted to say I share your idealism about the power of The Musical. I married a longhaired headbanging bad boy who wanted Godsmack to play at our wedding (sigh…long story). Seven short years later, his two favorite DVDs are Fiddler on the Roof and the musical Scrooge from 1970. I think he secretly harbors visions of himself as the Ghost of Christmas Present, on days when he isn’t Tevye. Magic.

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