Cir-cu-lar
“But, you’re wrong,” he said exasperated. “That’s not the song!”
You keep persisting with an argument you are fully aware is, in fact, wrong.
But he’s too young to understand the joke.
You keep walking the isles.
But your task of “killing an hour while mom works?”
You know it’s not a chore, at all.
“But can we get this one?” he asks in a weirdly polite way.
You say, “nah, man…” runnin’ schtick on a three year old.
But this isn’t open mic night.
You tell him, “we’re lookin for something with less numbers on the sticker.”
But it breaks your heart when he understands.
You smile when he says, “like this?”
But you keep up the schtick... “totes.”
You ok two space fighter toys.
But he wants to play with them now… “we can leave.”
You still have 50 minutes to kill.
But he understands again.
You realize you’re still wrong, so you turn to him and sing,
"the wheels on the bus ARE cir-cu-lar, cir-cu-lar, cir-cu-lar"