Making breakfast, I’m softly singing as Riley joins me in the kitchen.
“I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together, ” I sing.
“What are you singing?”
” John Lennon. It’s a Beatles song.” I tell him, and sing the lyrics again.
“Was John Lennon on drugs when he wrote it?” Asks Riley.
“No Riley, he wasn’t on drugs!” Yes, Riley, he was on drugs. Lots and lots of drugs.
“I’m he, and he’s him, and you’re me and we’re all together… That doesn’t even make sense.” Riley says. “Mom, he was on drugs, admit it.”
“I does make sense,” I insist, laughing. ” ‘I am he as you are he, and you are me’… he’s saying that I’m you and you’re me. That we’re all the same, we’re all one, we’re all interconnected.”
“Oh,” says Riley. “So, it’s a song about West Virginia?”
“It IS NOT A SONG ABOUT INBREEDING, RILEY!”
My words come out in another burst of laughter, and because laughter is a rallying cry in this house, Matt has joined us in the kitchen.
“What’s inbreeding?” My eleven-year old asks.
“It’s what they do in West Virginia,” explains Riley. “John Lennon wrote a song about it.”
Oh, that one. What am I going to do with that one?