My parents, who left yesterday to go back home, (to a great weeping and gnashing of teeth on this side of the ocean) brought with them a recording of a Sesame Street album that I spent many, many hours listening to as a child. I bought it on ebay last year with the idea that the Prawn could also benefit from it’s wholesome goodness. Although the Prawn slept through it’s first playing, I’m sure that she will also spend many happy hours enjoying songs like Old MacDonald, On Top of Old Smoky and John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmitt. It's strange to think the recording was made the year that I was born and now my daughter will be listening to it too.
The album opens with the long suffering and dreadfully anal retentive Bert taking a leisurely bath when his perpetually orange, hetero life-mate Ernie bursts through the door of the bathroom with his piano and the entire population of the Sesame Street ‘hood in order to have a singalong. Along the way, the shindig aquires any number of monsters, a motorcycle, a big bird and finally, in the coup de gras, the University of Michigan marching band. Rather a tall order to cope with when you’re sitting naked in a tub of rapidly cooling water. (in so far as muppets are capable of being naked, at any rate.)
Am I right in thinking that if Ernie was anyone’s real life roommate, it’d be only about a week before they started to seriously consider putting rat poison in his breakfast cereal?
4 comments:
Yeah, but Bert was so uptight that he wasn't exactly a popular roomie either!
Not to sully Sesame Street, but Ernie was no roommate...
I LOVE that album and have played it for Lily several times. Not to worry, once your prawn is a little older she will love it too!
Love it!
Of course I've always had my own pervy little theories on Bert and Ernie... There seemed to be a whole lot of bath taking in that household. I was raised on sesame street. Perhaps I watched it too much.
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