On my son, the composer.

The Star likes to sing. So does the Comet.

While the Comet prefers to hum along with you, the radio, random noises on the street, the Star prefers solos.

He’s taken to making up his own songs, as well as mutilating traditional ones.

The latest (in Russian) goes:

‘If you go to the seaside a shark will come and eat you, eat you, eat you.

If you go to the seaside a shark will come and eat you, and then you’ll be dead.’

It might be time to stop letting him watch David Attenborough, but the tune’s not bad.

Another installment of a toddler’s Guide to… Hyde Park

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3 thoughts on “On my son, the composer.

  1. My son likes to sing too. It is in that little feeble voice when he is at home that sounds like how you might hear your girlfriend quietly singinging in the car or better yet how you may have sounded with your walkman on at 13. He is 7 years old. It is spool beautiful to me when I hear him singing like that.

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