I think we could say my religious up-bringing of the children has been...spotty, at best.
While I believe I believe, I'm very literal-minded - and resist. There's also the way there is no Sunday school for little 'uns in our church, and there you have it - kids with a half-assed God philosophy. (love, Mom)
So tonight I was really thrilled to hear Rosey trilling along with me as I warbled 'The Lord Is My Shepherd' *(a la 'The Vicar Of Dibley')...until I shut off the shower and discovered she was singing about poop.
I goggled at her. You know those aren't the words, right?
She giggled. 'Mama, sing it with me!'
At least she got the tune right.
*I do, however, have a HUGE fondness for the old hymns.
6 comments:
Great momma - daughter moment, huh?
Ditto me for the huge fondness for old hymns. Old hymns get me through, you know?
Heh, Rosey. So funny!
Everything is grand when the chorus is about poop!
I stumbled onto your blog this afternoon. Hilarious post.
This forced me to snort wine!
OMG, that's hysterical! Singing about poop; ya gotta love that developmental stuff...
Post a Comment