Milo has recently become slightly obsessed with flamenco (“flamingo”) music/dance. Apparently they had a flamenco lesson at camp from their teacher (this is what happens when your mom makes you go to Spanish language day camp), and a few performers came in as well to demonstrate flamenco guitar. By the end of the “music” week, Milo had a new passion. There’s nothing quite like having your four year old plan his next birthday party to include flamenco dancers and musicians. Luckily, we’ve got another 10 months before his next birthday, plenty of time for him to find something else not quite so expensive-sounding that he’s interested in doing at his party.
As part of the flamenco craze, he started begging for a guitar of his own. I told Matt that maybe we could find an inexpensive ukelele to get him, something he could mess around with. Yesterday, Matt came home with a mandolin that he found at a yard sale. Milo went wild for it (I cringed a little, knowing how difficult mandolins are to keep in tune, foreseeing tearful episodes of mandolin-related frustrations in my future), and hasn’t let it go since then, even bringing it to bed with him last night.
After their bedtime books, I usually sing them some songs. Last night, Milo announced that he was going to sing us a song that he wrote on his new “guitarra.”
"This is a song I wrote, mama, it’s called Love Song." He strummed the mandolin, and sang us this:
Sometimes when you fall in love
it is with your best friend
because they are very nice and have a pretty shirt,
but sometimes it is not love
but just friends and that’s ok too
people can also have two daddies and no mommies,
that’s no reason not to love them.
"That’s how the song goes, mama, that’s all I wrote so far."