Here in Columbus, Ohio, toddler story time is offered four times a week. (In Seattle, it was just once. This is nicer.) When we go, they sing different songs that have little motions to them, and one of them is called “Finger Poppin’,” set to the tune of a big band tune I can’t name. As you sing, you do a little things with your fingers, like you’re trying to flick water in someone’s face. (Is that just me?)
But I have a problem with that.
I don’t know about you, but when I hear “finger popping,” I think of this scene from the 21 Jump Street movie:
I hate it. I want to sing this song with her and do the little dance, but I keep thinking of this!
So I’m rewriting the song and I’m going to call it Handsy Shpitzing. Honor my German heritage.
