Last night I was kissing the big girls goodnight (when will we stop going to their rooms to tuck them in? I hope never) and Lizzy asked me how she could get an annoying song out of her head. "I've already tried replacing it with a different song and it just won't go away! Ugh!"
Very, very carefully, so as not to disrupt her delicate pre-teen sensibilities, I suggested that maybe she could pray. But I added in a shrug and a question mark to make it more kid friendly and less old lady. Or something. I mean....you know what I mean. And then I was like "but not praying, like, 'Dear God, please get this song out of my head!' Although I guess you could do that. But what I mean is maybe pray something like the rosary or whatever to distract yourself. Or whatever." Then in my head I added "I'm breezy!" And I held my breath a little while she stared at me.
Oh my gosh. I love my kids