Hark, the Herald Choir is Weird

Pablo sings in choir. He has since he was 3. He seems to like it enough. Enough to put up with it for the reward of root beer and pepperoni pizza. Papa John’s pizza is delivered and sold for a 1.50 a slice in the youth lounge/game room at our church.

Pablo: Dad, this pizza is better than what you make at home.

Jefe: Thanks, yeah, it’s pretty good.

Pablo: Yeah, I like it a lot better than our pizza.

Doodles doesn’t do choir. He tried. We so desperately wanted photos of him in the white robe with big red bow. Doodles would go to choir practice and then report back to me:

Doodles: I don’t like choir.

Jefe: Why not, buddy?

Doodles: It’s weird. All they do is sing all the time.

Well, he’s right. What could I say. That what choir is. So we tried to bribe him with the rewards of pizza and root beer in the youth lounge afterwards. The deliciousness was not enough to conquer the weirdness. We gave up fighting/forcing him.

Pablo sang in a Christmas service. I noticed Doodles doing this during the songs:

He was plugging his ears. Is the music that offensive to him? Were the other kids that out of tune? Perhaps there is a greater problem here. He likes a lot of music as you’ve read here. AC/DC, Queen, Raffi, Metric, The Beatles, John Williams. Lately he has been crooning along with Crosby. Not really singing with Bing, but he likes to hear it. What is it about singing or listening to children’s choir?

Another parent and I talked about the drop-out rate for many boys in choir around the Kindergarten age range. He said he thought more than a few of them come back when it’s time to go up to summer camp with the other kids. They want to renew bonds from nursery school. We’ll see.

For now, I think we’ll try indoor soccer, swim lessons and some ice skating and sledding.

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2 responses to “Hark, the Herald Choir is Weird

  1. Katie

    I love Doodle’s comment about choir. Can’t argue with the truthfulness of it! Merry Christmas to the Knights of the Bright Side, Jefe and Mama, of course.

    My husband has been blogging about me as “Chief Breadwinner” but I think he’s going to have to come up with something new, it’s not dear enough, and too Native American to describe me. Mama is so much simpler- great work.

  2. I love the Native American aspect of it. That is hilarious. Simple usually wins.
    And Merry Christmas to you and yours.

    Ok, side note: my pizzas are not that bad, but rarely contain pepperoni as Mama don’t do pepperoni like Doodles don’t do choir. But Mama wanted to make it clear, these are still just frozen pizzas. I mean it’s not delivery, it may be Digiorno’s some nights, but still…

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