thoughts and stories from a twenty-first century homemaker
Kids have entertaining misunderstandings of song titles and lyrics. Recently, mine have both been asking for “Bowmp Bowmp” on repeat. What they mean is “Second Hand News” by Fleetwood Mac. Go listen to the song if you don’t know it—they have a legitimate basis for their nickname on this one.
The song is one of my own favorites—so catchy, so fun to harmonize!—so I don’t mind pressing the back button as the music starts fading and Luke shouts out from his car seat, “Again! Bowmp bowmp! Loud!”
Shout out to all the parents who have your kids’ music stuck in your heads today!
There was a large chunk of time in my life when I had country music playing in my head all day every day. I had an exceptionally rich chapter of my spiritual life in college when I often had psalms—instead of songs—stuck in my head, from so frequently praying Liturgy of the Hours. But these days, I have a less sophisticated background soundtrack. Humpty Dumpty, The Broccoli Song, and unnamed tunes from one of the electronic toys around here…