argument debate is a frequent one in our house. To be honest, it happens on an almost daily basis. Sigh… It can also be called The Voice debate or the Britain’s Got Talent debate, depending on what is current at the time. Although not the Got to Dance debate. The boys know they would be on shaky ground there.
It goes something like this… One of my kids is singing. Another one tells them to shutup, that they can’t sing, their singing is terrible, their own singing is so much better. That child starts singing. Loudly. The first child starts shouting. It all kicks off.
The argument has raged on for years. There are only two participants – my eldest and my daughter – but we all have to suffer the consequences.
I like to hear my daughter sing. She hasn’t got a beautiful voice. She won’t end up on the West End stage or topping the charts, but she has one of those sweet, innocent, children’s voices. Sometimes she sits on her own in her room and sings a hymn as she does her colouring or sticking and it is the nicest thing ever. I just stay outside the door and listen and my heart melts. Until my son comes along and yells at her to shutup…
My son can’t sing. Well, he might be able to sing, but he masks it very well in that ‘pretending to be a rock star’ thing that tween boys do so well. He does it in the shower and the toilet and the back of the car. The sound is excrutiating. My daughter shouts at him, he shouts at her and so it goes on. To be honest, I have to shout at him sometimes too. It is SO LOUD.
The argument takes other forms too. Like when my daughter comes to me close to tears because she believes she would make it to Boot Camp on XFactor and her brother has told her no way in such uncertain terms that he is upset her.
Now I’m not one of those deluded parents that would go marching onto the XFactor stage to yell at the judges for not putting my angel through. But I’m not prepared to have the Boot Camp debate right now with a 7 year old and an 11 year old. I live in hope that sometime in the next nine years, my daughter will realise her singing is only average and we will never have to go through getting her hopes dashed through the cruelty of reality TV.
The final, and perhaps most painful, form this debate takes is when it takes place in the car. The kids yell at each other for singing in the car. Now I don’t have a problem with singing in the car, if it makes everyone feel happy and helps the journey go a bit faster. But it doesn’t have that effect at all. If one of them starts singing, the other starts yelling, then sings louder themselves. Then Daddy and me might yell at them to be quiet because Daddy is driving and needs to concentrate…
So the kids came up with their own rules. You take it in turns to choose your own song. And you are only allowed to sing your own song… But still the arguments range. Someone sang someone else’s song and ruined it. Sometimes, being in such a confined space with three of them squashed in the back, they resort to physical violence. All over a bit of singing.
This is why we have DVDs in the car.
Do any other families have to suffer the XFactor debate?