It was only a dream...

When I was a kid, I had this great little record player. It was in a square box, with a flip-top lid, and was painted to look like a pair of blue jeans. I would sit for hours, listening to my book and record sets. Remember those? Every time you were supposed to turn the page, they would ring a little bell or make some other cool noise. You couldn't go wrong with the books and records.

I still remember so many of those records - one was Puss 'n Boots, which had an even better b side -it was the story of a goat that couldn't stop eating his master's stuff. He would sing, "Baaaa! Baaaa! I'm a naughty little goat. I ate up my master's pretty, pretty coat!" Then one day, he ran away because he felt so guilty. Of course his master came to find him (because who doesn't love their goat?), and everyone lived happily ever after.

The best record ever, though, was a gift from my godmother. It was the Bert and Ernie Singalong. I listened to it so many times that I knew it by heart, and was always prepared to put a penny on top of the needle in the spot where it would skip if I wasn't careful.

For those of you who aren't familiar, Bert is in the bathtub. Ernie invites everyone on Sesame Street over for a singalong, and they cram into the bathroom for an hour or so to have a little musical party (while Bert gets more and more agitated in his quest to have someone hand him a towel!!)

The other day, the subject came up in a conversation with P. And somehow (I think he used magic), he came up with this link. I highly recommend Bats in the Belfry and The Limerick Song.

Thanks, P. This is the coolest thing ever.