Music at the ready

I realize that in today's world of instant everything, when Biscuit asks for a song he wants to hear, I should have it right at my fingertips.

I have satellite radio in my car. I have a fancy mp3 player for occasional listening at work or when I'm having a solo lunch. I have the CDs and even cassette tapes that Jeff and I combined when we got married. And I love them all. 

But even with all those musical options, when Biscuit asked me to play him a song tonight, I couldn't do it.

"Mom, can you pay 'Jinger Bells'?" Biscuit asked.

We were listening to Christmas music on a satellite channel, but it was some boy band singing a different song. You could hear bells in the background of the music, so I guess that's what triggered Biscuit's question.

"I don't have that song with me," I said to Biscuit.

"Yes you do, Mom. Yes you do," Biscuit said.

So I started singing "Jinger Bells."

"Not YOU singing it, Mom. I want to hear the other people singing it," Biscuit said to me.

Way to put down on your mother's singing, Little Man!

I finally convinced him that I couldn't play that song for him on the radio.

"Okay, Mom. I get it," Biscuit said. Then he sat there quietly for about 30 seconds. "Can you pay the song about that lady coming around the mountain?"

And the explanation began again.

Next it was, "Can you pay the song about the twinkle stars?"

"No. I can't play that one, either," I said to Biscuit.

And the explanation began again.

Speaking of songs, do you remember this one?

"This is the explanation that will never end. It just goes on and on my friend ..."