This morning, as Ben and I were headed upstairs after breakfast, I said to him, "One thing we're going to do is clip your fingernails." He immediately launched into, "One thing I can tell you is you got to be free. Come together (boom boom boom) right now (boom boom boom) over me." This was followed by various sound effects intended to evoke Paul McCartney's famous bass line. The boy loves his Beatles.
The other day Ben woke up Way Too Early from his nap, but as he was talking happily to himself I let him be and eavesdropped via the baby monitor. "But whatever the reason, our hearts or our shoes, we stood there on Christmas Eve hating Fiona and Emily." In case this sounds familiar, he was once again reciting a passage from How the Grinch Stole Christmas, this time translating it into the first person plural, and citing as the object of our loathing the teenage sisters Fiona and Emily who have found youtube fame with their excellent covers of Beatles songs. (Yes, more Beatles.) As a matter of fact, Ben loves Fiona and Emily. He's always demanding that we tell him a Fiona and Emily story. Typical story lines revolve around Fiona and Emily hosting a picnic (attended by Winnie the Pooh and friends, Sid the Science Kid, Bob Dylan, and -- naturally -- the Beatles themselves) or going to the moon in a rocket, accompanied by the same variegated crowd.
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