Two nights ago, I rocked Demon Baby to almost-sleep. This is one of my favorite things to do, because for a few minutes, he is STILL and quiet, and his eyes have that glazed, sleepy look, and he is . . . angelic.
I was singing, "Rock-a-Bye, Baby." He looked up at me and whispered lovingly, "I remember when I was a baby and you sang me that."
Which was sooooo cute, so I immediately said, full of those motherly warm-fuzzies, "I'll sing you another song." I wracked my brain . . . "Hmm, what did I used to sing to you when you were a tiny baby." My usual lullaby repertoire is actually "Amazing Grace" or "You Are My Sunshine." So I trotted out the latter.
"No," he said sleepily.
"Well, I'll take requests. What do you want to hear?"
"Bulls on Parade by Rage Against the Machine."
I am NOT kidding. Oh, how I wish I was.
In case you are NOT into Rage Against the Machine, here's a sample of the lyrics:
Terror rains drenchin',
quenchin' tha thirst of
Tha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore
on the face of mother earth gets
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse
They rally round tha family
With pockets full of shells
I blame this on the fact that he plays Guitar Hero III with 18-year-old Oldest Sister.
"I don't know that lullaby."
"You know the song!" he protests.
In fact, I do. It is on my iPod.
"But I don't have it memorized."
"What about Ballroom Blitz?"
"Don't know it."
"How about The Clash, 'Should I Stay or Should I Go'?"
"Much as I am a fan of the late Joe Strummer, I will take a pass on that as a lullaby."
"How about Slow Ride by Foghat."
(And I insist to you, I am NOT making this conversation up. He's REALLY articulate. And really REALLY knows his music. Swear!)
"I know that one." And so, I did an interpretation of Foghat as a lullaby.
Which certainly beat Rage Against the Machine.
And all this is sure proof he is, indeed, a Demon Baby.