Maddie, Singer/Songwriter: The Book of Songs
Move over, Taylor Swift. Introducing: The Book of Songs, by Maddie Shankin
I’m not sure my translations will help with the understanding, but here goes….
I just want to be with you, singing like we’re crazy (yeah, yeah, yeah) / It’s harder than that [puppy biting your] finger. (part of that is erased for some reason) / It’s really hard, I couldn’t even feel [my finger] if the biting tarantula.
It couldn’t be any worse than that / Whatchya want to do about it (yeah, yeah, yeah) / I don’t no what to do, just go crying to your mommy, but you’re not a baby, bro.
Baby, I don’t like you / singing la la la la / I just want to be with you out in the sea / it couldn’t be any harder / I just like you to be with me.
Higher Learning
Joseph and Maddie were discussing school and how many grade levels there are in school. Joseph thought 11, but wasn’t sure.
Joseph: Mom, what’s the highest grade?
Me: 12th
Maddie: Then what?
Me: Then you go to college.
Maddie: Then you go to 116th grade. That’s in heaven. It takes a long time to walk there.
Corn Chowder Chef
Joseph wanted to make corn chowder. By himself… I walked him through the steps. Chopping, stirring…
Me: So the next step is to taste and adjust the seasoning. So have a taste.
J: Well, let me see… (tastes). Yep, well it tastes a little like the countryside and I want it to taste more like the seaside. I think a little salt will do it. (Adds a pinch of salt and stirs. Tastes.) Mmmmm. Yep, now it reminds me of the seaside. The fresh ocean air.
Me: Ok then. Do you want to add any pepper?
J: No! (Laughs) I don’t want it to taste like an execution chamber! (Rolls eyes)
(We let it simmer a bit.)
J: Can we have a candlelit dinner? For a nice, gourmet experience? And I’ll get napkins, and roll them up with the utensils like they do in restaurants. I think we should have a side meal too. What can we have for a side meal?
Me: A side dish, you mean? I don’t know, what goes with corn chowder?
J: Applesauce, yeah, your homemade applesauce!
Me: Ok, applesauce it is. What kind of music do you want to have?
J: Some nice jazz. One with a saxophone.
Me: How about Coltrane?
J: Sure.
Dinner is served!
Mornings at School
“So, I get there, put my backpack away, take down my chair and sit at my desk. Get out my morning work. It just feels good, you know, to be combobulated.”
Joseph Writes: Questionable Morals
“My mom told me, ‘Don’t try to please everyone’ at a dinner party when everyone kept asking me to pass things. I couldn’t keep up and everyone got agitated.”
Such demands placed on a wee dinner party attendee! It’s a good thing he has my sage advice to guide him through trying times.
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