Mags and Jay were watching Willy Wonka before bed. Jay starts singing along.
Mags: "Papa, are you Willy Wonka?"
Jay: "Well, no..."
Mags: "Then STOP SINGING."
Because this fits right in with what we call "wit" and "humor" at our house, Jay saw fit to tell me about it. I told him that last night the conversation had gone like this:
Me: "Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out....!!!"
Mags: "Mama, are you Dolly Levi?"
Me: "No, Darlin'."
Mags: "Then STOP SINGING."
Sometimes she's kind of like the John Lithgow preacher man in Footloose. No singing. No dancing. Good thing she's not the boss of us.
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LOL. My kid want to use that line they just haven't thought of it yet. Phaedra just covers my lips and screams NOOOO when I sing. I try not to take it personally. stever r.
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