Yesterday I was visiting a preschool program, and the kids were playing outside. They are generally a great group, and this day was no exception. Kids building with blocks (yes, outside!), kids playing on the monkey bars, kids drawing with sidewalk chalk. I chatted with the teachers a bit and modeled some problem solving between kids who were arguing.
Then a three-year old girl came running up to us, tears streaming down her face. She had curly blonde hair and a cute pink dress. The teacher asked her what was wrong, and she sobbed, “I was on the monkey bars…” *sniffle sniffle* “…and I fell down…” *sob snuffle* “..and I was singing ‘All About that Bass’…” *sniff sniff* “…and I hurt myself…”
I asked the teacher, “Did she just say she was singing, ‘All About that Bass’?”
The teacher smiled at me, trying not to laugh.
I couldn’t help it. I cracked up.
I mean, we looked her over, soothed her and calmed her down, and she was fine. But it was hilarious.
Can a three-year old even have “bass”?