I put a spell on you. ‘Coz you’re mine…….
I sing this song to Sempi with a twist. I sit him on the dining table for his breakfast and I sing
I put a bib on you. ‘Coz you’re mine…….
I’ve been singing this to him ever since he could sit straight. This morning I sat him down and started singing as usual. He retorted.
Sempi: I’m not yours. I belong to amma.
Me: Oh yeah? Well your amma belongs to me.
Sempi: And you belong to paati (his grandma, my mother).
Me: Who does your paati belong to?
Sempi: Paati belongs to Thatha (his grandpa, my dad). She puts a bib on Thatha. Because she belongs to Thatha.
I cracked up when I imagined my dad wearing a bib, sitting on dining table waiting for his breakfast.