About thirty minutes ago, I was getting ready for another afternoon of work on Casa Didgeridoo with mom. The whole house was *quiet*, so quiet it was eerie, but there was a very good reason for that in spite of the fact that Didgeridoo Boy was wide awake: he was plugged into Spotify with a set of earbuds.
I had only just gotten used to the silence when I heard, "MEH! MEH! muh muh muh........MAY!" Okay, whatever. Sometimes we don't hear things clearly when we're on the second floor of a house behind a locked door, and I need to learn not to panic immediately when I hear Didge exclaiming. "FUH! NAY! pwwww pwwwww pwwwwwwww....." Perhaps, I thought, Jupiter Jones was terrorizing him again. That was the first explanation that came to mind and I was really enjoying being behind a locked door. I heard something beating on the counter in a fashion not-at-all rhythmic. And then, "DAMN!" I had never heard Didge shout that word so loud, so I dashed to check on what was happening. As I walked over to the balcony to peek over, I heard forcefully whispered, "Ruhhhhhh rah rah rah.........".
Didge was still seated at the breakfast bar, still plugged into Spotify with his earbuds. He waved his arms around over his head before I got his attention; at which point he grinned and took out the earbuds. I asked why he had been yelling, and he said he hadn't.
We stood looking at each other for a couple of seconds. I asked if he had been singing, and he said yes. Then I told him it really sounded like something had been wrong, especially when he yelled DAMN at the top of his lungs. He said, "Oh. That's when I was listening to 'I'm the Man'."
So, here. Have some music, which features LOTS of grown-up language. Had to give you fair warning.
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