Which should explain a few things
My next piece about the music from my childhood is up at Alpha mom:
"Whenever I hear just a few notes from 'Super Trouper' I'm reminded of the endless hours my siblings and I would dance in the living room next to the eight-foot-long console that housed the record player, and how I would giggle to the point of exhaustion that these women had devoted an entire song to poopers, extraordinary poopers, super poopers. My parents never corrected me, and now that I have children I can understand why: leverage. They would need that story in the following years to embarrass me into submission."
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Heather talks about public tantrums (from kids) on today's Momversation.
- Bedtime, Leta lingering defiantly in the hallway. Jon: "If you want fart stories, you better get in bed RIGHT NOW."
- RIP Louis Mortimer Armstrong: http://bit.ly/1R4tv6
- Hugs and kisses to you, too! RT: @Monkey_Tree: @dooce he probably committed suicide because he was tired of LISTENING TO YOU WHINE.
