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Baby Beluga

Every so often, a random topic of conversation makes its way through the Mild Home. There is no real rhyme or reason to it, it just sort of happens. It can be about just about anything, and, in all honesty, it's part of the fun of conversations between the Mild Wife and I. I mean, imagine if you're just sitting there on a random Thursday afternoon, and then suddenly you find yourself cackling at the notion of someone in the family might have two cats. That's spice of life type stuff, you know?

Anyhow, I have a new addition to this random assortment of musings from the Mild Home. In this case, we're going to revisit a childhood lullaby, Baby Beluga. Now, it has been many, many years since I have sung that particular song, so I don't remember all of the lyrics off the top of my head. All I really remember is "baby Belua in the deep blue sea, swim so wild and swim so free." I actually suspect I'm not alone in this, either, because that's arguably the catchiest part of the whole song.

The Mild Wife, however, remembers more of the lyrics. Specifically, she remembers the part of the hook that goes, "is the water warm? Is your Mama home?" This was entirely news to me, as I flat out didn't remember that being part of the song. The Mild Wife, however, had a very clear, distinct memory of those lines, so she enlightened me on the lyrics in that part of the song.

This was particularly important because the Mild Wife mentioned that she used to feel bad for Baby Beluga when she was a kid. For me, that song has always had this notion of being cheery and upbeat. But when you consider that Baby Beluga may be cold and unsupervised, this nursery rhyme sounds a tad less cheery and perhaps not so upbeat anymore. In fact, the Mild Wife mentioned that her reaction to this portion of the song was roughly, "what do you mean 'is your mama home?!' Where the heck is Baby Beluga's Mom?!"

Like I said, it's amusing as all heck when random bits of conversation like that happen. We shared a good hearty laugh about the young Mild Wife's objection to this song, to the point where I'm not liable to forget those lyrics in the song anytime soon.

Also, I don't plan on singing that to any nieces or nephews anytime soon. Twinkle twinkle is just fine by me, thank you very much.
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