A few weeks ago, three-year-old Drummer Boy demanded to watch Frozen. But after about 10 minutes, he lost interest and wandered off. ‘Phew!’ I thought. ‘At least I won’t be plagued by Let It Go!’ (We are strictly a Lego Movie “Everything Is Awesome” household.)
But I spoke thought too soon. Yesterday, Lead Vocal came home from school singing a rather charming parody of Let It Go. He was rather pleased with himself as he belted out:
“Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold the fart anymore.
Let it go, let it go,
Just fart and slam the door.
I don’t care
what they’re going to say,
Let the fart rage on.
The smell never bothered me anyway”
Ah, nothing like a bit of toilet humour to amuse an eight-year-old boy. And sadly, a mum of an eight-year-old boy. I confess I found it slightly amusing the first 27 times he sang it. The next 134 times did start to irritate though. I have come to terms with the fact that it’s my punishment for being smug about escaping the Frozen obsession. Guess I’ll just have to let it go…
boy band in the making 