Friday, January 9, 2009

The Birthday Train

In addition to trains, Patrick is also fascinated by tractors, combines, dump trucks, cement mixers, cars...pretty much anything that is mobile. Perhaps this stems from a burning desire to get the hell out of Indiana, by any means necessary? Perhaps not.

Since Patrick will be flying back to the States soon, we had to limit the gifts. Aside from the obvious train or ten, one of the presents was a combine harvester. The kid flipped out. But in a good not-psycho kinda way. He loved it and wanted me to sing him a song about it. I found this extremely odd, but I am used to strange relatives, so I came up with the following verse on the spot:

(sung to the melody of 'Oh my darling, Clementine!')

Oh my combine, oh my combine,
Oh my combine harvester
I have grown you and I've picked you,
Now I'll eat you, you piece of corn!

There is a good reason why I am writing blogs and not pop-chart singles. At least the birthday boy appreciated it. And appreciated it and appreshiated it and appreshited it. Yes, the middle of that word aptly described my new song after hearing that stupid verse for the 200th time on the way to the indoor playground. Damn me.

At least trampolines, inflatable slides and pools full of plastic balls distracted the birthday boy slightly. He had one minor setback when he began to sing, but I promptly took care of that with a well placed hit to his vocal box with a sponge Frisbee.

After hours of building Lego houses and tearing them down, we took the kids home and tried to calm them down.

Yeah, ok, that obviously didn't work.

It may have been the chocolate cake. Or maybe the banana splits. Or HEY, I don't know - perhaps it was the Kool-aid, cookies, ice cream, chocolate sprinkles, whip cream and M&M's? Perhaps not.
Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When it's Patrick's birthday.
David: When Sami and Katherina come.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When my forehead hurts.
David: When my head hurts, too, ok?

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To do my banana split.
David: Kika and Sami come.


  1. I just hope you don't make a mistake and start singing, oh my concubine.

  2. Oh my concubine, Oh my concubine
    Oh my quasi-matrimonial concubine
    I have married you, now I'll cheat on you,
    But it's legal, in Ancient Rome.