Oh thank heavens, we all survived the ballet recital. And I must say, I got pretty good at doing fancy ballet buns!
Of course, now I have all the insipid music stuck in my head. It’s gotten to the point that I’m rewriting the songs in my head to make them more entertaining (or at least, somewhat less annoying). For example, “A, You’re Adorable” has become “A, You’re an Asshole.” As long as I remember not to sing it that way to the kiddo, it’s all good.
At some point, though, she’s gonna figure out some of the songs I’ve jokingly rewritten to be more kid-friendly and be justifiably horrified. Like, when I ask her if she’s “down with L.B.D.” (her nickname for Little Baby Duck, her favorite stuffed animal). Oh, well.
What’s stuck in your head this week? Are you hanging in there or fresh out of fucks to give?