We are recovering from a little Bieber fever here at our house. (cultural reference: Justin Bieber is one of those teen pop singers that makes small people scream in tones so high we wish only dogs could hear). We (and when I say ‘we’ I mean the four little people who live here) still oscillate between loving him and hating him. One of my favorite things about having older children and a four year old is that some things are simply lost in translation and there’s no way to untangle them.
For example: Ransom sings that classic Bieber repeater:
“Baby, baby, baby, oh…” Repeat ad nauseum. I really don’t know the rest of the words, because this is the only line I ever hear. (MAKE IT STOP!)
Jedediah (Four-years-old) will walk by the office and be singing to himself:
“Rabies, rabies, rabies, oh, right, rabies, rabies, rabies…OH-I…”
This is when I shut the door laughing hysterically, because Jet doesn’t understand that I am not laughing at his singing. I secretly plot to record him, so I can send it off to get him a gig with the humane society plugging vaccinations or something.
As the older kids’ infatuation has worn off, they are actually riffing off Jet’s version of the song, adding a few choice words, “Justin Bieber has rabies, rabies, rabies, oh, right…” Repeat ad nauseum. Nothing but love streaming live from the Weems’ household.
Don’t worry, they only sing it publicly in the checkout line at the commissary when they see Bieber on the front of some magazine, WHICH IS EVERY WEEK.
*I cannot be held responsible if you are now singing that lovely ditty in your head for the next three weeks*
**IF by chance you have no idea about the aforementioned song DO NOT google it, just give thanks and carry on.**