I got up this morning (with the chickens!) Kissed the husband goodbye, did a few things, then decided I was going to begin today with music.
So I tip-toed upstairs, picked out the danciest* music B and I have on our computer**, and woke the kids up with something bouncy.
The boy and girl reacted well - much, much better than I ever would have. As I outlined what we were doing today, they be-bopped around and the girl did an impromptu shuffle.
I was trying to rally them towards getting dressed when I heard the lyrics behind me.
Usher was saying something about 'Shorty' and 'Milking the cow' and 'on top of me' and what??
Hmm, pr'haps not so appropriate. Cass groaned when I turned it off.
'Moooom, I like that song! It's about a farmer and his friend's cow.'
I considered for a moment, then shrugged and turned it back on, visions of Mr. Greenjeans getting down with his bad self going through my head....
Eh, so it's inappropriate. One day isn't going to kill them,
'specially since it's my birthday,
and EVERYONE must dance.
(I'll let you pick your own music. Usher's Yeah! if you want to dance with us.)
* Not a word. I know. But 'most dancy' seemed horrible too, so I'm winging it.
**a pretty pitiful selection, actually. And now I know why.