Like everyone else in America, I also did the Bucket Challenge. Though, I may not have read the instructions correctly.
Finger-Licking Good!
Not to get too preachy, but ALS is a terrible condition that has visited my family. And, if you have to dump a bucket of chicken on your head to help find a cure, then do it. And, I’ll even bring the mashed potatoes and gravy.
So, my magical playlist of Classic Rock songs that the girls should know comes on the blue-toothified radio. While we are tooling down the freeway at 65mph. (I know! 65! In LA! A great day indeed.)
“Wake Up, Little Susie.” Everly Brothers.
Me: Oh, Girls, this is a Great song. You need to know this song.
Isabella (she’s 7): Is this a Great song, or just a Good song?
Me: Well, Honey. I don’t know that I need to hear this song everyday, but it is a very important song.
Iz: But, is it a Great song, or an Important song?
Me: Honey, you are splitting hairs.
Iz: I don’t know what that means. I’m 7.
Me: Sometimes a Great song is an Important song. And, sometimes an Important song is a Great song.
Iz: Then, is this a Great song or an Important song?
Me: Sweetie, without this song, we would have no Lennon-McCartney, Simon-Garfunkle, Bowie-Mercury. Or whenever any two people sing together.
Iz: So, it’s an Important song.
Me: Yes, and it’s Great!
Iz: Wait, go back.
Julianna (she’s 10, calling from a distant room): Daaaddyyy… How do you spell “Furnace? Or the video game monster will kill me!”
Me: Monster?
Isabella (7): Daddy, can I tell her? I know how to spell it!
Me: Really, you do? I don’t think so…
Iz: F-U..
Me: Ok, I guess I had that coming. How old are you?
Iz: 7. No, Daddy… F-u-n… No, wait.
Me: Oh, this will be Fun.
Iz: Daddy! Stop! Furcsace. No. Funscaser. Wait. Furcnsae.
Me (shouting Letters of encouragement: Furn…)
Iz: Fcnrseae.
J: Quick! I need to know!
Wha-Wha…. You’ve been eaten.
J: Daddy, this is all your fault.
Iz: Yeah, Daddy! Your fault.
Me: You never asked me how to spell “fir-ness,” the quality of a fir tree.