In his short life, Zach had never before heard a man signing to him in sustained bursts. I went through my entire baby repertoire including "Wind The Bobbin Up", "If You're Happy and You Know It", "I Can Sing A Rainbow", "The Grand Old Duke of York" and of course "Zach and Zill Went Up The Hill". Oh wee Zach was delighted, chortling away with such a happy expression on his face as you can see below:-
Today, I considered sharing pictures of some of the estimated five thousand children who have been bombed to death in Gaza in the past month. Some are still lying in the rubble and their stories will never be told. Did they really have to die? Did they? How many more must die before the current nightmare ends? And what on earth is the future for those who make it through to the other side... alive?
But we don't want see such pictures or talk about all of that do we? It's not nice. Too upsetting. Better to avert our eyes. Pretend it's not happening. Better to turn inward and blog about ordinary, pleasant domestic stuff like grandfathers singing to newborns...
I wonder if little kids in Gaza will ever sing the Palestinian Arabic version of this song again...
If you're happy and you know it clap your hands
If you're happy and you know it clap your hands
If you're happy and you know it and you really want to show it
If you're happy and you know it clap your hands
from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/LfHJOYk