Betrayed By The Banana Song, Or Introducing The F Word To Your Kids
I have a silly habit of breaking into song throughout the day. Only my family and super close friends know this about me, since I’m able to contain it pretty well when I’m in public, though I have been known to forget I’m not alone and entertain people every once in a while (seriously, some of my most embarrassing moments EVER).
I usually just sing about my day to the tune of a song that’s stuck in my head, or make up random songs. But lately I’ve been singing a lot of The Banana Song.
Over the weekend Mason squashed a pincher bug that was crawling on the floor, and after all the excitement wore off, he took a closer look and announced, “Yucky!” Which it was. Pincher bugs squish into a really gross goo.
I half-mindedly started singing.
Me: Yucky yucky bo bucky, banana fana fo fuhhhhhhh.
Luckily I caught myself before I finished the word!
Me: Oh my gosh, Gilberto! Listen to this! Yucky yucky bo bucky, banana fana fo fuh… Get it?
We started laughing, relieved that I hadn’t introduced one of the biggest swear words of all to our kids.
I have the worst poker face ever, so she could tell by my reaction that she’d said something indecent. So of course she was going to say it as much as possible before I shut her down.
Gabi: Fucky? What does fucky mean, mom? Why can’t I say fucky? FUCKY! FUUUUCKY!
I have to admit, I panicked a little, and don’t really remember what I told her other than that it wasn’t a bad word, but referenced a bad word and she was never allowed to say it EVER AGAIN.
I don’t think I broke into song for the rest of the day.
On a funny side note, I’ve been catching Mason singing to himself. It’s something that Gabi does on a regular basis now, too, and knowing that both of my kids are taking after me in some way, even if it’s quirky, makes my soul smile.