The Cub has been going to school dances, and the Chicken Dance is a big fave with the grade 3 set. They particularly like belting out the lyrics:
"I don’t wanna be a chicken,
I don’t wanna be a duck!
So I shake my butt like Donald Duck!"
Admittedly not a masterly lyric, but of course it gives little grade 3 boys a chance to wiggle their butts while giggling hysterically.
Tonight I was working upstairs when I head him singing his song downstairs, although I couldn’t make out the lyrics. Then he and Mrs Piper burst out laughing, and I heard her say, “Go sing it for Daddy.”
The Cub arrived upstairs, red tie over his tee-shirt and said, “I have a song for you, Daddy.”
Then he began:
"I don’t wanna be a chicken,
I don’t wanna be a duck,
<spin, facing away from me>
So I shake my butt like Donald Trump!"
<Obligatory butt wiggle, followed by little boy gales of laughter>
<Turns back to face me, bows deeply and leaves.>
I have no idea where that one came from. However, he told me I was to post it on the Internet for my imaginary friends.
it’s a cute story!.
But what’s up with 8 year olds going to dances at school?
That’s a good 5-6 years younger than my generation did it. I’m really surprised.
Now, yeah,…I’m approaching retirement age, but am I so totally out of touch with the modern world?