"I am going to count to ten for you. Ten is a BIG NUMBER. And FAAAARRRR away. But don't worry. I can find it with...(dramatic pause)...my mouth."
I love hymns so my kids end up learning them. They've been know to belt out "Come Thou Fount" in the cereal aisle of the grocery store. My husband thinks that's cool but it's only because he's not there to see all the attention it garners. Quiet children! Your mother is an introvert!
One of Belle's favorites is "Crown Him With Many Crowns." She knows two verses (because I know two verses) and sings it all beautifully. Except one part.
She breezes easily through "Crown him with many crowns, the lamb upon his throne."
She astonishingly wraps her tiny mouth around "Hark how the heavenly anthem drowns all music but it's own." Really. I often stop singing here with her just to be amazed that she gets all those sounds out correctly when she has no idea what they mean.
But here's where she falters. After a clear "awake my soul and sing," it all falls apart.
Here the simple "for him who died for thee" - all of which are words she is familiar with - turns into an enthusiastic, "FA FOO FARRROOOO FOR DEEEEEE!"
And she wraps it all up with "and crown him as thy mathless king for all eterni-TEEEEEE"
I have no desire to correct her "mathless" to "matchless" because it makes me laugh to think of God not liking math.
(God muttering into his beard, "Hmm, this new galaxy has about muble-jumble billion stars and since it's a loosely bound barred spiral with a small bulge it should spin about...six million radians per second...mumble mumble... carry the one...divide by the mass...no, i mean multiply...Four? That's not right..." Then with an irritated huff he just spins it like a top and goes on to other matters. )
Oh, and her version of Amazing Grace doesn't have '"I once was lost". Instead she very seriously sings "Ah shwaa-aaa shwaaa shwaaa...but now am found..."
It really makes me wonder how much nonsense she thinks is in the world of grown up words when "shwaaa shwaaa shwaaa" is acceptable to say.
And the best Bellism lately is her fascination with things being dead. Or "super dead" as she says. It's both morbid and hilarious but it's far too much to stick in at the end here. "Super dead" demands it's own dreadfully inappropriate post. Stay tuned...