Friday

The kids were listening to Anna's pink Hello Kitty cd player. They were having one of their dance parties. I am pretty sure one of these parties is going to lead to an emergency room visit one day. But they are fun. I find myself saying, Turn that music down! And then I shudder at myself for sounding like such a mom.

They came and got me and said, Mama! Mama! We found another God song!

I went down the hall and heard John Mayer's "Your Body is a Wonderland."

Um, no, that is not exactly a God song. One pair of candy lips, and your bubble gum tongue... Never let your hit head the bed without my head behind it... I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase...

I remember the first time I heard that song. It made me blush. I told them that definitely wasn't a God song and to turn it. Because Jonathan started picking up on the words and giggling about them. I don't think he got it, but I didn't want to answer his questions. I already had to field a question this week from him that would have been much better answered by his Daddy.

Later, Jonathan came running in because Katy Perry's "California Gurls" was playing.

Anna came running after him, shrieking, "But that's my favorite song, bubba!!!"

I said, "What's the problem? That's a fun song to dance to."

Jonathan says, "But Mama! That's the song with the bad video! The one that was totally inappropriate!"



Oops. I guess he caught me there. I had stormed out of the mall food court two weeks prior to today and filed an official complaint with mall management because of that very same song. But the song, without the video, seems pretty benign. And it is so catchy! (And the way she misspells girls, now that is just clever! How else can you get away with ripping the title of the song off from The Beach Boys?)



Later I overheard the kids fighting. Jonathan was letting the dogs up on the couch. Anna was trying to get them off the couch, using the "They aren't allowed up here!" defense. Jonathan countered with, "Anna. They are our guests. Mama says guests are allowed to do whatever they want and we have to be nice to them."

Two sets of feet running towards me, breathlessly talking over each other, trying to get me to hear their side first.
**Hey, guys? We live in a 1200 square foot house and you are both LOUD. I can ALWAYS hear what you are saying.**

As far as Biscuit and Mutton being guests, that is true. And I do tell them when we have guests we have to let them do whatever they want. Well, that's not exactly my policy, but I sided with Jonathan. Because really, I am weary of settling these endless arguments between them. Rarely is there ever a clear cut answer about who is right, and I never feel like I am doing the right thing anyways. Judge Jamie has no idea what she is doing half the time. As long as I act like their leader, they buy it.

How many more days until school starts?