I'm Making a Train for Berkeley Berrett
Berkeley's favorite pastime is, without a doubt, playing trains.
Specifically, playing trains with his Thomas the Tank Engine trains and
train tracks. Though he can make his own train tracks and play with
his trains by himself, he strongly prefers having either Kristy or
myself assist in train track construction and then linger to participate
in the train narratives he creates.
A couple of months ago, I was ripping some of our older CDs into mp3
format (most of our CDs are pretty old actually). After I would rip an
album or two, I'd queue up the songs and listen to a few of them. For
whatever reason, the song "Sweetness Follows" on
R.E.M's
Automatic for the People stuck with me throughout that day. Later
that evening, as I was assembling a new train track layout for Berkeley
(with Berkeley present of course), I ad-libbed the following song to
the tune of "Sweetness Follows":
I'm making a train for Berkeley Berrett
I'm making a train for Berkeley Berrett
I'm making a train for Berkeley Berrett
Just a little one, so he can play with Thomas
Whoa.... whoa....
The song became an immediate all-time top-10 request ("Daddy, sing the
Making a Train for Berkeley Berrett song"). Not too long after my
original improvisation, Berkeley started singing the song to himself
(complete with the "Whoa, whoa, whoa"). It is quite humorous to hear
his rendition.
Not long after I made the song up, I loaded up Automatic for the
People in the ML's CD changer because of Berkeley's repeated
requests to hear it. On the way to church today, out of sheer
coincidence, "Sweetness Follows" started playing.
"The Making Train Tracks for Berkeley Berrett Song, Daddy!
The Making Train Tracks for Berkeley Berrett Song, Mimi!",
Berkeley exclaimed.
The sudden declaration made by Berkeley came as quite a surprise to both
Kristy and myself; the volume of the audio was so low that we had both
presumed that the stereo was off completely. But it was audible enough
for Berkeley's very sensitive ears to pick it up. And so, for the
remaining few minutes it took to drive to church, the three of us sang
"I'm making a train for Berkeley Berrett" with the requisite
"Whoa... whoa... whoa".
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