My kids are weird. Now don’t get on me about saying that either, because they are!
And Spinster, do not, I repeat do not, throw in your 2 cents about them coming by it honest. Because I can already hear in my head what you are wanting to say!
The other day, we were watching a movie and someone accidentally sat on the remote and the channel switched to the country music countdown. Now let me just say, that I like me some country music. But my preference leans more towards the older, authentic country and bluegrass / gospel. And besides, CMT is just as bad as MTV these days.
Anyways, we don’t watch that channel, so it was kind of one of those things where my kids realized that there was something taboo going on. Oh yes, they suddenly became mesmerized, eyes big as saucers. Like “Oooh…it’s one of those channels. We’re not allowed to watch one of those channels.” And I was mesmerized by them being mesmerized by it.
And let me just say that Katie, true to form, was like “Mommy…um…we’re not allowed to watch this.”
That girl is such a hoot because if she is at a friend’s house or one of her grandparents house and something comes on that they’re not allowed to watch, she will ask them to please turn it. But Hannah…Hannah would just sit back, prop her feet up and watch away!
So, there is this video on and it’s a cryin’, lovin’ and leavin’ kinda song where there’s a guy & girl standing there, giving each other their best soap-opera dramatic scene look. The girl has a suitcase and they guy is looking at her with pleading, broken-hearted love in his eyes because he just don’t want her to go!
Anyway, the children snap out of their trance and Katie says to me, “Mama, why were they looking at each other like that?”
So I say, “Well, she was leaving and he didn’t want her to.”
And HANNAH pipes in with “Well, she was probably going to Cayaforneeah.” (California, for those of you who don’t speak Hannah) “Cayaforneeah is where you go when you get your heart broke.”
See. I told you. Weird.
I have no idea where she comes up with this stuff. I promise I have never told that child that California is for the broken-hearted!