The lisitening and watching for der B and myself has been determined, of course, by grandlads Alex and William. And it's amazing how properly exposing the lads can change the environment.
Der B decided to buy the twosome a CD player for their room. It's nothing fancy, but nice, in a squashed-sphere kind of way. Of course, buying them the CD player would have meant nothing if we didn't also buy them some CDs.
We therefor raided the Best Buy on Saturday, to find them music they might like. We found them the soundtracks to Tarzan and Mary Poppins, various other Disney discs, and der Brucer insisted they would like a collection of Country-Western story songs.
The lads were thrilled to be given this new treasure. Their mother was less impressed; since she never listens to music, she doesn't understand why they would. Their father was of the opinion that the only reason they were listening to the music was because Grampa was there, and as soon as we left they'd ignore it.
Yeah, right.
On to the DVDs. Monday started with Mary Poppins, already on the player when we arrived. Then, while Alex was working on his homework, William spotted my copy of the Yellow Submarine DVD, which I had brought along just in case. We watched that next, and Alex, who joined us a half-hour into the film, asked if we could watch it again. So we did. (And Alex recognized the song "When I'm Sixty-Four," which he had heard once, on the Lix Calloway CD And the Beat Goes On, the week before. The lad has some memory!)
Tuesday, while we were doing our errands, Alex spotted the "Songtrack" CD of Yellow Submarine in my car stash, and asked for it to be played, so I put it on. Pretty soon, he was asking for particular numbers, relying on memory from watching the DVD. That night, I decided to give them the CD. "You mean, it's our's?" their eyes widened. Yes. "You mean, forever?" I smiled and said yes.
They were thrilled.
Those two are far more ready for music than their parents realize. With any luck, we've created a couple of little monsters!
