Somebody done somebody wrong song

The ball of fire has had trouble with allergies and ear infections since he was just a few months old. He's had tubes and countless visits to the doctor's office for the latest dose of antibiotics. This week, thanks to the heavy humidity and appallaing heat, his little sinuses went into infection overload. As per our usual, he was prescribed a new antibiotic.

Oh lordy, did this kid have a bad reaction. He had some generally nasty diarrhea (as opposed to the nice kind, right?) and some beautiful hives. We immediately stopped giving him the medicine.

But that's not the worst part.

During one of his trips to the potty, I happened to sing part of the dirrhea song. (By the way, DG, hit the link for all the verses. Lord it over your friends.)

As singing goes, I tend to do a lot of it. We sing all kinds of songs, from "I've Been Working on the Railroad" to "I Am the Highway" by Audioslave.

The trouble began when he wanted me to sing it again ... again... again .... again ... until he had all the words down and he could sing it himself.

And then he did -- loudly -- at Wal-Mart, at church, at the dinner table, in the car, in his bed at night... in fact, it's the only song he can sing now!

Needless to say, the hubby was pretty pissed.

Today, he started changing the words to accomodate the activity of the moment. For example, instead of "Riding in your Chevy and your pants are kinda heavy" he switched it to "Petting on the Toby and you feel a little turdy, diarrhea toot-toot, diarrhea toot-toot."

It's so fucking hard not to laugh too. Luckily he's a damn good singer.

Tomorrow I'll teach him the words to "Shine Down" by Godsmack. Surely that's more appropriate, right?

Day and night takes its toll on my sanity.
And I know I’ve been away too long.