A Hooker and Norman Bates

My child is quite the fan of country music.  At night, when he lays his curly fry hair on his orange pillow case, he always requests to listen to “A Daddy song” or in other words; country music, on his personal radio.  Typically this request would be filled, but I’m thinking he needs to start listening to strictly kids songs.  I think this because he is starting to mix up words to the songs (and I’m hoping it is on accident- or my child doesn't think highly of me and is a genius at passive aggressive comments).

Chase’s current favorite song is Randy Travis’ “3 Wooden Crosses.”  On any typical night, you can hear this song being belted out by 2 of my 3 family members. (I’ll give you a hint: I am not one of the signing duo). Although, it is cute to hear your three year old sing songs, it’s not so cute when he adlibs.  

Below is the first sentence of his favorite song:

A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico.

This is how Chase decides to sing it:

A farmer and a teacher, a Mommy and a preacher.

It appears as though my child is replacing the word “hooker” with “Mommy.”  And might I add: this didn’t just happen once; he calls me a hooker every time he sings the song- which is daily.  This frightens me on so many levels, and well frankly, is making me rethink my clothing choices.  Why, oh why can’t my child just sing normal songs about Barney and Elmo like other 3 years olds?

On a side note:  Cory and I always joke about the fact that I am raising the next Norman Bates.  (If you are unfamiliar with the character, he is an adult male who kept his mother’s dead body in his bedroom in a rocking chair and went on a rampage of killing women in his family’s motel because his mother would have thought these women were “dirty.”)  While out to eat with my mom, Chase looks at her and says, “Hi. I’m Normal Bates.  Do you know who that is?”  

I actually don’t think having Norman Bates for a child would be that creepy.  I mean after all, Norma (Norman’s mother), did raise a child who respected his mother, didn’t have a tolerance for unhygienic women, and could hold down a job.  To me, those are qualities of a well-rounded individual.