"Now I have a tutu and I am the Bomb!" she thinks, as she struts her stuff at the Dairy.
So, I finally got a bunch of old CDs in my car. With the chaos of toys and blankets and odd socks and assorted baby gear in my car, I wanted to get a CD case before I put a whole bunch of CDs out there. I found my old copy of Schoolhouse Rocks (my only defense against Nosrus Tap), and a few other kid things lying around, and a bunch of my old music from when I was "cool" (for 10 minutes in 1992). Indigo Girls, Barenaked Ladies, U2, Alanis Morrissette, etc.
I had Indigo Girls' "1200 Curfews" in on the way back from the Dairy (where we met Grandma and Tev and had a fantastic time. "Saw cows today," says MG) and I was rocking out. I was singing along, impressed that I still could do the harmonies after all these years, and I still knew all the words. I glanced back to see if MG was enjoying the concert, and she had her fingers stuck in her ears.
*sigh*
My singing voice isn't that bad, right? Tell me this is just a generation gap thing!
2 comments:
That has to be one of the cutest pictures of MG that I have ever seen. She was born to be a dancer. Ballet that is....
No, no Mommy...your singing is not bad at all, I can personally attest! I would have been singing right there with you! Love you...Barbara
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