Last night, while rocking my son (who’s coming up on 3) to sleep: “What song do you want me to sing?”
“Shakespeare.”
Love it. “One of the sonnets, or maybe something from Hamlet?” I said, to amuse myself as well as Mommy, who was just leaving the room.
“Hamlet.”
Oh, crap. I was joking. Oh well. So I sang him the “What A Piece Of Work Is Man” number, from HAIR. Good thing I didn’t say Macbeth. :)!
My middle son sang that in his university’s production of Hair.
“Is this a dagger I see before me?”
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“You’re scaring me.”
I should only add that “Out, damn’d spot, Out I say!” seems only too appropriate to child rearing.
Can’t say I’ve used the “out damned spot” line, but during those newborn weeks I was certainly known to sleepwalk!