It’s Fun To Stay At The Y-M-C-A

When Vaughn started school, the YMCA was offering kindergarten and afterschool care on the school grounds. Vaughn has never been fond of daycare (the rare times he has experienced it), but this seemed like a good deal. We promptly devised a number of reasons why we should take advantage of this opportunity. It was cheap. His friends from Kindergarten would be there, no big kids, and it would acclimate him to next year when he would be in school all day. And, of course, it would help us stay sane--three blessed days a week he would be in school from 8:30 to 3:00.

As the school year has progressed, Vaughn has begun to increasingly dislike the Y. I have made multiple attempts to query him as to the exact reason for this, to no satisfactory avail. Up to this point, his dislike of the YMCA has remained a mystery.

Of course, his YMCA outbursts have logically prompted us to try to concoct ways to provide Vaughn with a more positive association for the YMCA.

After hearing Vaughn utter the “I hate the Y” mantra once again, Dave was inspired to get out his DJ gear and put on his disk of the Village People’s infamous performance that no wedding reception would be complete without. This resulted in the following picture:

Music is blaring from the speakers in the living room, Vaughn is scowling murderously at us with his arms crossed, trying to kill us with his death stare, and his loving mommy and daddy are bouncing around the living room, enthusiastically singing along, “It’s fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A…,” complete with Village People hand motions.

Vaughn was not amused. For those of you who are curious, this is what it’s like to have musicians as parents. As Vaughn will willingly attest, they torture you unmercifully with music. It’s much like living in a musical from Hell or, as I like to call it, “Cats.”