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Despite the questions, it's a nice break from Hannah Montana

Earlier this week, in the car:

"Who sings this song?" Phoebe asked.

"It's the Beatles," I said.

"Dude. I know that. I mean, is it John or Paul?"

******

Later, out of the blue:

"Why are there quarters in the train station?" Mallory asked.

"What?"

"You know, there in the station: Lack of queen quarters with some kind of ties."

I think. Then: "Oh! Plasticine porters with looking glass ties. A porter is someone who helps you with your luggage in a train station."

"Were John and Paul teenagers when they sang 'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds'?" Phoebe asked.

"I'm not sure. They weren't old, but I don't know if they were teenagers."

"Are they old now?"

"Paul is old, but John died," Mallory said.

"Oh," Phoebe said.

****

Later, also out of the blue:

"What's an English cotter?" Mallory asked.

"I...don't know," I said.

"Well, what's an eggman?"

"Someone who delivers eggs, I guess...oh! It's an English garden. Sitting in an English garden," I say.

"I like that eggman song," Mallory said.

"What's your favorite Beatles song, Mommy?" Phoebe asked.

"'Eleanor Rigby,'" I say.

"I like 'Baby You Can Drive My Car,'" Phoebe said.

"My favorite is 'Eggman,'" Mallory said.

"It's called 'I am the Walrus,'" I explained.

"But they say 'eggman' more often than 'walrus,'" she argued.

"Nevertheless."

****

In the car:

John and Paul sing: "You say you want a revolution/Well you know/We'd all want to change the world."

"This is a good song," Mallory said.

A pause. Then Phoebe said, contemplatively, "Yes. It's very nice."

****

What is your favorite Beatles song?

Comments

aimee said…
That is so cute. My kids love the Beatles, thanks to Beatles Rockband.

Noah's favorite: Yellow Submarine

Not sure what Rhett's favorite is.

But my favorite is Here Comes the Sun. Or All You Need is Love. I also like Strawberry Fields and Octupus's Garden...
Karen said…
It's hard for me to pick a favorite, but I think that I like Hard Day's Night because it is one that they sang on Ed Sullivan (back in the Dark Ages)in their premier US appearance. However, it's hard not to like all of them!

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