Monday, March 05, 2007

Okay, Boy, Now You're Starting to Scare Me...

Well, it appears that our little Barbie Girl has turned into a bit of a Bratz doll of late. We got an email from Mr. Z's teacher today that mentioned that the boy was a little disruptive in class today. She said, "He arrived this morning singing during our morning opening activity and disturbing others."

I don't think I have to mention the song he was singing.

We had a little talking to after school today, but something's up with that boy. He sat in his room for most of the afternoon drawing and listening, repeatedly, to "The Song." Repeatedly as in ALL FUCKING AFTERNOON. He told me, "I don't know what it is, but that song really helps me come up with some great stuff to write about!" He's insane. If this keeps up, I may have to call that Jeff VanVonderhoovenvanvooven guy from that "Intervention" show on A&E. (If you haven't watched that, by the by, do. Riveting. There was this self-mutilator last night that freaked out my shiznizzie.)

On a positive note, Miss O sat in her room this afternoon and listened to ALL the songs on her copy of the mix CD. The highlight of my day was right before dinner, when she repeatedly sprinted around the kitchen-hallway-living room-dining room loop singing "S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y NIGHT!" And I'm not making any promises, but there could be a chance that a version of "Xanadu," with Miss O handling the vocals, might just make its way onto the next disk.

Maybe when Mr. Z wakes up tomorrow, this whole "Barbie Girl" fetish will be behind him. Maybe he'll have moved onto another song. Something more benign... like "Wang Dang Sweet Poontang."

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

My son started singing Barbie Girl when it first came out ten years ago. Like Mr. Z, he played it constantly and disrupted classes and his parents' sanity with his renditions. He is now turning 19, and will, from time to time, break out into Barbiesong just for the sheer helluvit. Your life is very definitely changed from this point on (oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhh, comeonbarbielet'sgoparty....)

crabbydad said...

Wait, Anon... are you ME from the future?! Whoa! Uh... what's Mr. Z like at 19?! Who's president?! Do I ever make it out of the basement?! Where have you hidden the Delorean?!

Anonymous said...

Well, it could be worse. It could have been Nasty Girl from the Biggie Duets album, with such classic lines like "i need you to grind like you're working for tips" and "pull your g-string down south, yeaaaaaaah."

Anonymous said...

oh, forgot, there are also some classic lines about SQUIRTING on that same track. very, um, educational.

crabbydad said...

Yeah, Rim, I'll have to get that CD for him. Sounds perfect.

Luckily, it doesn't matter if Barbie pulls her g-string down 'cuz she's all smooth down there. Hence, no squirting.

Anonymous said...

Intervention is a personal favorite of ours. We don't have cable, so we miss it most weeks. We did see Sunday night's with the mutilator....She was really fucking annoying.

My favorite Intervention story will always be Gabe, the child prodigy who used to teach college level physics when he was a teenager. How would he teach it? By rapping, of course. Now he's addicted to gambling, since his attempt to make it as a celebrity (?) didn't work out.

So, really, it could be worse with Mr Z. Unless he's teaching college level physics to the tune of "Barbie Girl". In which case, nevermind.

crabbydad said...

I LOVED that "Gabe" episode. His intervention should've been run by Ice Cube, though. His rhymes were whack. The only intervention that could've helped that kid would've been to shoot his parents.

Anonymous said...

The only thing wrong with Gabe's parents was that they weren't MY parents. I would love to be a part of that gravy train Gabe was on.

The second best episode was the naked drunk/drug addict girl who would strip down and then tear her apartment up. She was a mess.

Anonymous said...

clearly i need to get in on this intervention thing. details, please.

Anonymous said...

ps - barbie has the original brazilian, which i hear does drive some to squirt. yuck. gross word.