Franny: Oh, that’s a good song, Mom.
Me: Yes, I love it.
Franny: I think Amy Winehouse is crazy.
Me: Why?
Franny: Oh, you know….
Me: No, I don’t.
Franny: You know. (slipping into deep voice) “They tried to make me gooo to rehab and I said new, new, new.”
Me: HUR!
Franny: I wish I was Amy Winehouse, except I would be WAI smarter.
Me: I know you would.
Franny: Never mind. I would want to be Rihanna. But with a Harry Potter wand.
I know, really. That Franny is too smart. Adults always pathetically dream of riches and fame when they could have MAGIC WANDS!
You rool. My spawn knows nothing of popular culture, although her father did get her to go howl at the lunar eclipse, to chase away the Sky Demon that was eating the moon.
She’s very perceptive of the world. Your kid is WAI smarter than many people out there now…
Hell, I want to be Rihanna with a Harry Potter wand. A Nimbus 2000 would do as well, I suppose.
OMG! that was hilarious, I really needed that.
Should the day ever come when I am captured into maternal slavery, I hope my children are as charming and perceptive as yours.
Franny is so full of win.
Franny singing Rehab is pretty cute. My four year old singing Rehab makes me think about calling Child Protective on my own self. I’ve been trying to get him onto Peter Himmelman instead so that I can stop having the bad dreamz.
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