My Budding Broadway Fan

So, my secret obsessi0n with musicals (maybe not so secret anymore) is rubbing off on my impressionable young son, much to my husband's dismay. Yes, Mateo loves the movie "Mama Mia!" I was talking about it before Christmas because I wanted my husband to buy it for me. Mateo heard me and started saying "Ma-mia, Tee" (which is TV in Mateoanese), he got really excited and knew that it was a movie. How did he know? My only answer was that Dave already bought it for me and Mateo must have been with him. Dave told me that Mateo picked out a present for me, this must have been it!

Well, Christmas came and went and no "Mama Mia!" DVD. I was wrong. How Mateo knew about it is still a mystery. But after Christmas I bought the movie for myself with a gift card. When I got home, Mateo insisted we watch it. He was making such a big fuss that I decided to put it in, thinking after the first few minutes he would change his mind. Nope. He watched the whole thing! He loved it! And we've watched it another five times since then. Sidenote: why is it kids can take such a great thing and manage to ruin it for life?

Anyway, my budding Broadway fan now sings along with the "Honey, Honey" and "Mama Mia" song. I couldn't be prouder. Although, he definitely doesn't have a career in theater. The kid can't sing. I tried to tell him in my best Simon Cowell voice,

"Look, I'm just gonna tell it to you. You can't sing. Your singing is atrocious. I'm allergic to it. I'm allergic to your singing."

"It's like being at a bad Karoake bar. Seriously, you're singing is cruise ship quality at best. Get out of here before I decide I never want to hear that song again."

Mateo asked if he should try a different song. But I told him,

"Not to be rude, but if you sing again, I will stick these pencils in my ears and rupture my ear drums just so I never have to live through that awful voice of yours again."

I think he got the message.