The Boy and I are in a music class together once a week that he loves. I love it too... ish. I love to watch him interact and learn and play the instruments and dance and learn the songs... I could do without my own Mommy Insecurities while surrounded by stay-at-home Moms whose theories about how no one can have it all I feel I have just proved.
Yes, I know this is ABSOLUTELY me putting all of this on them. They could very well be the nicest women ever.
One of the songs the kids are singing to is The Riddle Song. Doesn't ring a bell?
I gave my love a cherry that had no stone
I gave my love a chicken that had no bone.
I tell my love a story that.... (enter John Belushi who smashes the guitar).
Last week I leaned over to the Mom next to me and said, "This song reminds me of Animal House."
To which she quickly responded, "We don't watch those movies in our home," and shielded her children away from me.
There really wasn't time to explain that the last time I watched Animal House was in college other than channel surfing past it on Comedy Central... well then, and of course while we are eating breakfast before we go out and have our daily keggers.
Thank you sir, may I have another!