The British Are Coming

My boys have a new obsession.  Yes, they are still obsessed with Davy Crockett, Daniel Boone and cowboys, but now there is something new.  Fighting the British.  It began on a Saturday many weeks ago.  The boys were with Jody and "The Ballad of 1814" came on the radio.  The boys loved the song and watched it over and over and over again on You Tube. They soon knew the words by heart and sang it all the time.

"In 1814 we took a little trip

Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip.

We took a little bacon and we took a little beans

And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans.

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin.

There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.

We fired once more and they began to runnin' on

Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico..."

And then their Daddy surprised them with a cd player and a cd with the song on it.  It also has "The Ballad of Davy Crockett,"  "Daniel Boone" and "Sink the Bismark."  And they were thrilled.  And they play it all the time. Over and over again.  And they create their own "Battle of 1814."

They line their stuffed animals up and they become the British soldiers...

And then the battle begins.  Jack usually stands on the couch, shooting his rifle...

while Sam takes them down from behind the couch.

And they sing as they shoot...

And they talk to each other in deep voices, telling each other, "I got 'em, man. I got 'em."

It happens on a daily basis.  The singing.  The reenactment.  And you know who else knows that song by heart? Me.  I catch myself singing it throughout the day.  It's sad.  Me, singing a 1959 Johnny Horton song.  I am constantly amazed by what my life has become living in this testosterone filled house of mine.   And I wouldn't have it any other way.