…that shopping is therapeutic. As tiny, innocent babes, we’re conditioned to feel better just by having things bought for us. Example: this lullaby…
“Hush little baby, don’t say a word, Momma’s gonna buy you a mockingbird”
Umm…hello? Remember the verse about the diamond ring? Yeah.
Also…it’s amazing that children aren’t frightened of trees and cradles. What kind of lyrics are these?
“Rock-a-bye baby in the treetop, when the wind blows the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, down will come baby, cradle and
all.”
I can’t believe babes haven’t been emotionally scarred by these songs. And why the heck would babies be on tree tops? Maybe I should go into songwriting.
And, in case you’re wondering….I bought a couple lullaby Cd’s today and listened to them on the way home from work. An hour of alone time gets me to thinkin’ crazy stuff sometimes. Also I’ve been thinking about the crazy news that my cousin Cecelia is having a baby. She is 20 or something…but I just can’t stop thinking of her as a baby herself. She was my own little live dolly when I was 13. {sigh} I feel old.
