Friday, May 13, 2011

Momma, TOP IT!

Today IT happened. I knew it would happen one day, I just wasn't expecting it to come so soon. Looking back, I can't believe I was so naive to think it would never happen to me, but it did.
It all went down on our way home from daycare. The drive began like every other ride home with some bribing to get into the car, followed by 'can you hold on to this' in an effort to divert attention away from yet another car seat strapping in battle, lastly a package of fruit snacks was opened, I started the car and we were homeward bound. I turned on radio and wouldn't you know it, one of my favorite songs was just beginning, so what did I do? What any other music lovin' Momma would do; I cranked it up!! I looked in my rear view mirror to see my little beat-boppin baby nodding her head in rhythm with the music. That's my girl!!

I wait for the intro to finish and then knowing what is coming next, wait for it, wait for it... "She's a hot little number in her pick up truck, Daddy's sweet money done..." When all of a sudden, I am interrupted by my little baby beat in the back seat yelling "No!!" I look in the mirror expecting to see something amiss, to my surprise everything looks good, so I continue "She's a raging cajun, a lunatic from
Brunswick, juicy Georgia..." when I am interrupted again "NOOOOOO!!" Whhhhat!?!? I think to myself and look in the mirror, only this time that little head that was once bouncing up and down to the beat of the music is now thrashing side to side! "What?" I ask. Her reply was a loud drawn out "NOOO" complete with her little index finger pointed... at me. I look ahead assuming she is pointing at something in the windshield, but the only thing I see is a pothole ridden road. I pick up where I left off "She's country, from the songs she plays to the prayers she prays," for the third time I am rudely interrupted, only this time with a "Momma, TOP IT!"


There must be some confusion here; my own flesh and blood could not possibly be telling me to... I can't even type it... stop singing! She loooves my singing, I mean who doesn't? Okay, so I can immediately think of a few dozen people who don't, but my own daughter?! NO! So I test her one more time "She's all about the..." Yep, cut off again by a blood curdling scream from the back seat and just like that, like stone around a patio, I am crushed.

I guess this is pay back as I can think of a few times when I told my Mom to stop singing, but I was like 8 and she was being totally embarrassing. I mean, what if the complete strangers in the next car over heard her?? And now look at me, I have a two year old who can't even recite the alphabet and probably never will because I am not allowed to sing to her and she is already telling me to stop singing. Sigh...

1 comment:

  1. Yup. "Top It". It happens. What is wrong with them? I still don't get it. When you do, call me and explain it to me. The slap in the face comes after we have cheered their every attempt, no matter how askew, off, or incomplete, as if they have succeeded beyond our wildest expectations. They well up with pride, but don't give any of it back until they are with their own babies I suppose. I am telling you, Amy, I don't get it. Carolina


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