There have been several developments in Nico’s life this past week.
1. She rolled over (kinda)
2. She now officially hates riding in the car. Which in a pedestrian unfriendly place like Lubbock is getting really really difficult.
3. But…if I sing her The Kingston Trio’s “Tom Dooley” in the most exaggerated baritone voice possible, she stops crying and listens attentively. Until, that is, I stop singing Tom Dooley.
It seems to make no difference to her that I am tone deaf. Nor is she bothered by the fact that I only remember about half the words. Or that the song is about a man set to be hung for murdering a woman. Key lyrics include “Stabbed her with my knife” and “Poor boy you’re bound to die.” And Nico cracks up when I sing them both.
The Tom Dooley trick also works in other almost-tear moments. Like if we’re putting on Nico’s clothes (she also doesn’t like to be dressed) or if we’re changing her. Or if her teeth hurt. Etc.
I’m trying now to broaden her musical taste by adding in some Bob Dylan (Don’t Thing Twice It’s Alright), the Beatles (Yesterday) and the Eels (I can’t help falling in love with you). I’ve attempted a female vocalist or two, but she screws up her face and looks very unhappy. So I’m now racking my brain for the lowest male vocalists ever.
Suggestions are welcome and desired.
Nico will be very appreciative.