I have a new favorite misinterpretation of a song lyric.  This time, it’s from my own family:

At her request, I made my daughter a mix CD.  I picked a bunch of songs and let her listen to them, then she picked which ones should make the final cut.  It’s an eclectic mix that isn’t entirely grade-school appropriate, from Dispatch to The Beastie Boys, John Denver (!!!), and Kid-n-Play.  I even indulged her and downloaded a Katy Perry song from iTunes, which I have lived to regret.

One of her favorites on the CD is a Michael Franti song, “Hello Bonjour”.  She likes the catchy rhythm, and I think the song has a lovely message.

The opening line is: “I don’t need a passport/to walk on this earth/anywhere I go ’cause I was made of this earth”. 

The other day, she was singing along in her room, organizing little treasures on top of her desk, in the way that only little girls do.   Suddenly the door opened and she stuck her head into the hallway:  “Mom, is he saying ‘I am made of DESSERT’?”

So sweet and funny, that little girl of mine.  She just might be made of dessert.