We spent Friday afternoon at the pool having a grand old time. And I hate to brag, but I went down the new super slide at the pool. I feel fairly certain I am the first mother to go down the slide and, possibly, the only mother who will risk losing her swimsuit to make her child smile.
Well, except for Gulley. Now that I’ve gone down the slide, it’s like I’ve thrown down the gauntlet. You go, Gulley.
But hold on tight to your bottoms.
Anyway, after a day of swimming we were headed home and I told P how excited I was about all of y’alls fantastic classic country suggestions. I was more excited than I probably should admit to spend an entire Friday night downloading songs off iTunes.
I said, “People came up with some songs I would have totally forgotten”
Caroline: “What Mama? What songs?”
Me: “Oh sweetie, just some old songs that Mama wants to put on her iPod.”
Caroline: “Like what songs?”
Me: (singing and thrilled to have a captive audience) “You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille. Four hungry children and crops in the field. I’ve had some bad times, lived through….”
Caroline: (interrupting and maybe suffering from bleeding ears) “Oh. Okay, that’s enough.”