Yesterday, when I went to pick Butter up from school, he was all smiles the minute he saw me. He happily waved goodbye to his classmates, waiting patiently while I helped him into his coat and asked his teacher about his homework folder, and didn’t try to jump down the stairs when we walked outside to the car.
He told me all about his day in babbles and excitement and a lot of “Miss Amy says…”
Then he started to sing, “Lucy in the sky with Daddy.”
Butter, I’m pretty sure those aren’t the words. He told me he learned the song at school. I later found out that he and M had been singing it on the way to school, so I’m wondering if Butter started singing it in class and someone was quick to “correct” his lyrics.
Which makes me wonder why.
I know the rumors of what the song is actually about. I also know the story that it was inspired by a picture Julian Lennon drew. But even if the rumors are true, and it was a song about acid, why would a teacher correct that? It’s not like two or three year olds know what LSD is, and Julian was in nursery school when he drew the picture.
I’ve got half a mind to take him to school next week and ask about it, because I don’t see what’s wrong with my kid singing a song by a band both of his parents love. I wouldn’t want him going around singing Ludacris’s Move [Trust me, Mom & MIL, it’s best that you not even look up the lyrics. Trust me. STOP GOOGLING RIGHT NOW. Well, you can’t say I didn’t warn you.], but for him to sing a relatively benign song about a picture that a kid his age drew? Well, I just don’t get it.
I say sing, Butter. Sing Beatles songs to your heart’s content. Because I’m sure not going to let you sing that song by Cee-Lo.