This morning as we were driving to gymnastics class, “I’m Still Standing” came on the radio (sometimes I enjoy the comfort of Suburban Mom Soft Rock, WHAT OF IT?).
Little Miss Sunshine informed me that “when I was a baby, I used to love this song!”
I told her it was sung by Elton John.
The Little Miss thought that I had said, “Elt AND John.”
Then we had a five minute debate in which she insisted that it was being sung by only ONE person, and so why did I tell her it was sung by TWO people, when clearly, there was only ONE singer, and I was wrong, meanwhile I just kept repeating “ELTON JOHN” over and over again like an idiot, and wondered why, exactly, we were having this conversation, again?
It was one of those moments that are so exasperating and yet so adorable. This is what makes being a parent so cool.
Then some AC/DC came on and I had to shut off the radio because even I have my limits.