November 4, 2009

Tonight I was lying down with Eliana (on my bed, she was in hers) and she wanted me to sing Mary Had a Little Lamb.  Again, and again, and again.

Well, after singing the song about seventeen times, I remember singing the first verse once more, and then I thought I sang the next verse, but suddenly I heard her saying,"Mary lamb...again!"  So, apparently I was singing in my head and not in real life.  Then, and I clearly remember this, I sang the first verse as it should be sung and went on to sing,"So his brothers crossed him out, crossed him out, crossed him out..." and as I finished that refrain I could hear her saying,"No!  I don't like that song!"  And I knew that I was singing the wrong words, and I didn't know what I meant by them.  I think I was so tired that I somehow mixed up the story of Joseph and his brothers (when they threw him in the well and then sold him to traders headed to Egypt; Christian was reading about this just before I put Eliana to bed) with the part of the song where the teacher turns out the lamb. 

Talk about a weird experience.  They say that being tired is worse than being drunk as far as your faculties go...after tonight I totally believe it.