{"id":1248,"date":"2006-09-19T15:49:00","date_gmt":"2006-09-19T15:49:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog2\/2006\/09\/lions-and-mothers-and-cares-oh-my\/"},"modified":"2006-09-19T15:49:00","modified_gmt":"2006-09-19T15:49:00","slug":"lions-and-mothers-and-cares-oh-my","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/2006\/09\/lions-and-mothers-and-cares-oh-my\/","title":{"rendered":"Lions and Mothers and Cares, Oh My"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There once was a boy named Pierre<br \/>Who only would say, &#8220;I don&#8217;t care!&#8221;<br \/>Read his story, my friend, for you&#8217;ll find in the end<br \/>That a suitable moral lies there.<br \/>&#8211;Maurice Sendak\/Carole King, <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Pierre, 1963<\/span><\/p>\n<p>One of my fondest memories is when Nat was into <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Pierre<\/span>, the <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Maurice_Sendak\">Maurice Sendak Nutshell Collection<\/a>, and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.reel.com\/movie.asp?MID=136703\">the Weston Woods video with Carole King<\/a> singing the songs.  The music transports me to my childhood (I was born in 1962) and now, to Nat&#8217;s as well.  When Nat was four, he had a fascination with naughty, apathetic Pierre.  It was always a way to get him to talk:  just start singing the beginning and let him fill in the blanks, with him grinning in delight.  I remember an especially funny, sweet mistake he used to make, at this part: <\/p>\n<p>Arriving home at six o&#8217;clock<br \/>His parents had a dreadful shock.<br \/>They found the lion sick in bed<br \/>And cried, &#8220;Pierre is surely dead!&#8221;<br \/>They shook the lion by the hair,<br \/>They hit him with the folding chair<br \/>His mother asked, &#8220;Where is Pierre?&#8221;<br \/>And the lion answered, &#8220;I don&#8217;t care!&#8221;<br \/>His father said, &#8220;Pierre&#8217;s in bed.&#8221;  [This last was Nat&#8217;s error; can you guess what it was supposed to be?] <\/p>\n<p>I just found it so poignant that Nat did not get it.  If he truly thought Pierre was <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">in bed<\/span>, then he did not realize that Pierre had actually <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">been eaten<\/span> by the lion!  It made me think about how little words might mean to Nat, that he could interchange them like that so lightly.  Or am I reading into it?<\/p>\n<p>So today, he got off the bus, and Pierre was in my head for some reason.  So out of the blue, as I was dishing out Nat&#8217;s ice cream, I sang, &#8220;There once was a boy named Pierre, who only would say&#8230;&#8230;..&#8221;<br \/>As I sang these old familiar words, Nat broke into such a happy grin.  &#8220;I don&#8217;t care,&#8221; he sang, right on cue.<br \/>Then I sang, &#8220;What would you like to eat?&#8221;<br \/>And he sang, just like old days, &#8220;Some lovely cream of wheat.&#8221;<br \/>And I sang, (just to stretch him a little), &#8220;Some lovely ice cream treat.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He took the bowl and just started eating. <br \/>Oh, Natty.  I care.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There once was a boy named PierreWho only would say, &#8220;I don&#8217;t care!&#8221;Read his story, my friend, for you&#8217;ll find in the endThat a suitable moral lies there.&#8211;Maurice Sendak\/Carole King, Pierre, 1963 One of my fondest memories is when Nat was into Pierre, the Maurice Sendak Nutshell Collection, and the Weston Woods video with Carole [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1248","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pSTth-k8","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1248","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1248"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1248\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1248"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1248"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1248"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}