Raffi is the shit
Tonight after a tantrum over a certain let’s go pens shirt, Claire got both that and her treat taken away. In an effort to still keep the peace in the house, I made a bowl of cut apples and bananas.
While sitting on the couch eating them, I started to sing “Apples and Bananas,” by Raffi. Matt looked at me confused.
So imagine if you will, me, his severely pregnant wife singing, “I like to oot, oot, oot, ooples and ba-noo-noos!” and trying to keep a straight face. It just wasn’t happening.
So then I had to prove my point by playing it on youtube. The kids were in a zone. Raffi has that effect on kids. Good thing I know he’s a good guy and not some perv.
Now, Matt knows who Raffi is, but only because of the three disc collection we have for Claire that my Mom bought. However, she bought it more for me and Carly than anything. We love Raffi. Even at 26 and 27 respectively.
Raffi is the shit.
Even the Olson twins danced to him. That’s saying something. Remember that episode of Full House where Michelle plays “Baby Beluga” all day on her little tape player? I do!
“Any kid from our generation who didn’t get to grow up listening to Raffi was seriously deprived. It’s not just my opinion, but a matter of fact. He sings about a baby beluga whale, apples and bananas, going to the zoo, and even being down by the bay. He makes me happy and proud to be a kid. Raffi is the shit.”
Matt just sort of stared at me and said, “Well, I was seriously deprived, then.”
“…I mean, James Taylor wasn’t far off with Jelly Man Kelly, but….he’s no Raffi. At least for kids.”
“And sure, eventually Raffi was replaced by New Kids on the Block…”
“Yah. I love Raffi.”
So here we are, in 2011, and my kids are dancing to Raffi as we speak.
At least they won’t be seriously deprived.
Now you won’t be, either.