Michael Jackson: Obsession Of A New Generation
My kids have a little Michael Jackson obsession going on.
How did this all happen? Well, remember the days when MTV actually played videos around the clock and you could sit there and tape those videos onto a VHS tape? My husband was one of those folks that did that. So he has every single Michael Jackson video and lots of footage from award show performances. Long ago when he was working in a media services office, he dubbed all this footage onto one tape. Now he's converted them to DVD and my sons constantly want to watch it.
My three year-old, Toussaint, is concerned about the state of Michael Jackson's bladder. "Michael Jackson doesn't wear pull-ups."
My six year-old, Olinga, is concerned about Michael's skin. "Why can't the doctors fix him and make him black again? He doesn't look so healthy with that white skin. He should go to Dr. Yazdani." Olinga has so much faith in his pediatrician that he doesn't believe me when I tell him that Dr. Yazdani can't fix Michael's skin.
They both have fashion suggestions for Michael. "Michael Jackson needs a Power Ranger shirt to go with his red jacket."
There are also regular reenactments of the dancing/fight scene from the "Beat It" video.
This fun and exciting game usually starts with Olinga saying, "Hey, Toussaint, let's play "Beat It"!"
They debate over who's going to get to be Michael Jackson and who's going to be the bad guy. Then they jump around singing the chorus, which they believe to be, "Beat it! Beat it! No one wants to be the meat hit!"
The latest request? They want me to get some rope. Why do they need rope?
"Hey Mommy, can you tie our hands together like they do in the video?"
Olinga also loves the dancing in the video for Billie Jean. But now when we walk to the park I get asked, "Why doesn't the sidewalk light up for me like it does for Michael Jackson?"
The (thankfully, almost out) Griffith Park fire? According to my youngest, "Michael Jackson started those fires, Mommy."
"Why do you think Michael Jackson started the fire?" I asked, even though I was a little afraid of his answer.
"Because Olinga said so."
Okay. So, of course I had to ask Olinga if he said this. "Olinga, did you tell Toussaint that Michael Jackson started the fire?"
Olinga's mouth fell open and from the look on his face, you would have thought it was the end of the world. He was absolutely horrified! "Michael Jackson started the fires? Oh my God!!!"
He then jumped off the couch and ran to tell my husband, "Daddy! Mommy said Michael Jackson started the fire!"
It took five minutes for me to convince everyone that I didn't say it. Who knows how this got in my youngest son's head. He continued to say that his brother told him this.
At least he didn't tell me, "Michael told me when I was sitting on his lap."
How did this all happen? Well, remember the days when MTV actually played videos around the clock and you could sit there and tape those videos onto a VHS tape? My husband was one of those folks that did that. So he has every single Michael Jackson video and lots of footage from award show performances. Long ago when he was working in a media services office, he dubbed all this footage onto one tape. Now he's converted them to DVD and my sons constantly want to watch it.
My three year-old, Toussaint, is concerned about the state of Michael Jackson's bladder. "Michael Jackson doesn't wear pull-ups."
My six year-old, Olinga, is concerned about Michael's skin. "Why can't the doctors fix him and make him black again? He doesn't look so healthy with that white skin. He should go to Dr. Yazdani." Olinga has so much faith in his pediatrician that he doesn't believe me when I tell him that Dr. Yazdani can't fix Michael's skin.
They both have fashion suggestions for Michael. "Michael Jackson needs a Power Ranger shirt to go with his red jacket."

This fun and exciting game usually starts with Olinga saying, "Hey, Toussaint, let's play "Beat It"!"
They debate over who's going to get to be Michael Jackson and who's going to be the bad guy. Then they jump around singing the chorus, which they believe to be, "Beat it! Beat it! No one wants to be the meat hit!"
The latest request? They want me to get some rope. Why do they need rope?
"Hey Mommy, can you tie our hands together like they do in the video?"
Olinga also loves the dancing in the video for Billie Jean. But now when we walk to the park I get asked, "Why doesn't the sidewalk light up for me like it does for Michael Jackson?"
The (thankfully, almost out) Griffith Park fire? According to my youngest, "Michael Jackson started those fires, Mommy."
"Why do you think Michael Jackson started the fire?" I asked, even though I was a little afraid of his answer.
"Because Olinga said so."
Okay. So, of course I had to ask Olinga if he said this. "Olinga, did you tell Toussaint that Michael Jackson started the fire?"
Olinga's mouth fell open and from the look on his face, you would have thought it was the end of the world. He was absolutely horrified! "Michael Jackson started the fires? Oh my God!!!"
He then jumped off the couch and ran to tell my husband, "Daddy! Mommy said Michael Jackson started the fire!"
It took five minutes for me to convince everyone that I didn't say it. Who knows how this got in my youngest son's head. He continued to say that his brother told him this.
At least he didn't tell me, "Michael told me when I was sitting on his lap."
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I think my name, Liz, is the most traditional "English" name around my son on a normal basis. That's why I love LA though. My kids know how to pronounce names from all kinds of ethnic backgrounds. And with a name like Olinga, he has a whole lot of practice with something that sounds different!
Dena,
I can't wait till they start trying out the MJ dance moves. Usher and Justin Timberlake think they're the heirs to the dancing throne. Nope! The world hasn't seen anything yet. Toussaint is already experimenting with break dancing.
My kids are so full of sass and creativity...they give me a reason to smile every single day!
I made the mistake of showing my kids MJ on youtube. All my kids are hooked now.
I had to show them a recent picture of him to give them a stranger danger alert ;)
Glad you stumbled over here as well. Very happy to have you. I should write about more of the crazy things my boys say. Sometimes I think I have the Wayans brothers up in here!
Noel,
I suppose it's how folks who were alive when the Beatles first came out feel. "Thriller" and "Off The Wall" definitely stand the test of time.
Hammer,
Yes, they do get VERY confused when they see photos of now and then they see the images from 1984. But yes, you show them the 1984 "Thriller" album videos and they're all hooked!
Poor Michael. Somebody should buy him some pull-ups to go with his red jacket (and Power Rangers shirt.)
Oh we haven't even gotten to the part of HOW Michael may or may not have gotten that way. And for some reason, I think he might already have the pull-ups and Power Ranger shirt.
Sonia,
When we get them together with Imani, Olinga's probably going to fall in love! :)
Mama! I'll echo West here, a joy to read.
kari
I don't know why this is but I've never been a big fan of Bob Marley. I don't have any of his records.
Kim,
Those two are definitely my rays of sunshine. They make me laugh a whole lot and I can't even really remember what I laughed about before they were born.
Kari,
I'm glad a little of the in-person hilarity transfers in print!
Yolanda,
Yes, they've already revealed their secret, inside-information to everyone who will listen. However, after conversing with a girl at school, my eldest is now convinced that a much more sinister figure started the fire.
Who could this sinister figure possibly be? Who else? The devil.
Yes, he is named after Toussaint L'Ouverture. No wonder he's such a little emperor, running around issuing commands to us, the loyal servants.
This is my first visit to your blog (I arrived via anti-racist parent), and I must say I enjoy your writing... this is one of the funniest things I have ever read.
Cheers,
GF
Welcome and thanks so much for visiting! I'm glad it made you laugh after reading it. The in-person effect was absolutely side-stitching!